19. Lola Reign
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
I had just come close to being eliminated, and I ain’t gon’ lie…
that shit scared me. Standing there in front of Pressure, hearing him say my name last instead of sending me home, had my stomach twisted in a way I didn’t like.
I really wanted to be here. I wanted to be in this house, in his space and in his world.
Pressure was everything I’d been drawn to in a man my whole life from the way he moved with that calm confidence, how he didn’t have to raise his voice to get respect, the way his style hit every time like he had people hired just to make sure he never missed.
Watching him handle these women, picking who stayed and who went, made me want him even more.
I didn’t want to miss my chance, not when I felt like something about me and him was meant to be.
As we started walking away from him after the elimination, the other women’s heels clicking against the floor, I felt this push in my chest. If I left it like this, I’d just be another face in the crowd, waiting for him to maybe notice me again. I wasn’t willing to risk it, so I decided to step.
I stopped mid-step and turned around. He was still standing where we’d left him, talking low to Kay’Lo, his eyes scanning the room like he was already somewhere else in his head.
“Pressure,” I said, my voice low enough that it felt like it was just for him.
He looked over at me, and for a second it was like he was still trying to figure me out, the same way he had earlier when he told me I was hard to read.
“Can we… go somewhere private and talk?” I asked.
His gaze stayed on me, and I could feel him measuring whether or not I was worth the time. Then he gave a small nod. “Yeah. C’mon.”
I followed him down the hall until we stepped into one of the smaller rooms off to the side. The door clicked shut behind us, and the hum of voices from the foyer faded.
I moved closer, closing the space between us until I could reach for his hand. My fingers slid against his, and I held onto him for a second before speaking. “Thank you… for taking a chance on me and not sending me home today.”
He gave me a slight nod, waiting to see where I was going with this.
I stepped even closer, my chest brushing his arm, my voice softer now. “I just… I need you to know I would never lie to you or play you like that. I’m all woman, Pressure. All of me.”
I took his hand and guided it down over the curve of my hip until it rested between my thighs.
My leopard print leggings were tight, clinging to every inch of my body and I wanted him to feel what I was saying, not just hear it.
My heart was beating hard, knowing how much was riding on him believing me.
His eyes stayed on mine while his hand stayed where I put it. Tears burned the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t even try to hide them. “I just needed you to know that,” I whispered.
He gave me a slow nod. “I appreciate you for givin’ me that confirmation. I ain’t gon’ lie baby girl… you had a nigga a lil’ scared for a minute. But I’m glad I kept you.”
That was all I needed to hear. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight for a second before pressing my lips to his neck, letting them linger just long enough to feel the heat of his skin.
“Thanks again,” I said, pulling back.
He didn’t stop me as I left the room, and I made my way upstairs, passing a few of the women on the landing. None of them mattered in that moment. I’d gotten what I needed from Pressure—his attention, his touch, and the reassurance that I still had a place here.
Once I was in the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, taking a deep breath.
My reflection stared back at me from the mirror over the sink, and the weight of everything I’d just done hit me all at once.
The guilt came in slow but heavy, pressing against my chest like a reminder I didn’t need.
I turned on the faucet, splashing water over my face, then braced my hands on the counter. My makeup was still in place, my hair still laid, and anyone looking at me right now would just see Lola Reign—the woman who was fighting to be the one Pressure chose.
But I knew the truth…
I turned and sat down on the toilet, pulling my leggings down to my thighs. Then, carefully, I removed the silicone camel toe, reached back and untucked what I’d hidden so well. My dick hung free, no longer pressed tight between my ass cheeks the way I’d kept it since I walked into this house.
For a moment, I just sat there looking down, the reality of my secret sitting in my lap in more ways than one.
I had been playing with fire since the day I signed up for this, but in my mind, it wasn’t a game.
I believed me and Pressure were meant to be.
I believed that if I could make him fall for me—the real me inside, not just what he saw on the outside—he would understand.
I wasn’t planning on keeping my penis. That was never the goal.
I’d been saving and planning, and I knew that if I made it to the end, if I was standing there holding that $250,000 he promised, I’d finally get the surgery.
Then there’d be nothing left for him to question or no reason for him to doubt me.
We could be together, and he’d know that every moment we shared wasn’t about a lie, it was about who I really was.
Until then, my secret stayed tucked away— literally and figuratively.
I pulled my leggings back up, making sure everything was smooth, then looked at myself in the mirror again. My eyes were still a little wet from earlier, but my face was calm.
I straightened my shoulders and unlocked the door. It didn’t matter what anyone thought they knew, or what Chanel had tried to say at that dinner table. The only thing that mattered now was making it to the end, and making sure when Pressure looked at me, he saw the woman who was meant to be his.