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Sorry for the long absence but hey, I was writing another story and my mind can't focus on two different events without messing up both 😂

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I'm tired and half-livid, half-amused from dealing with Drunk Lola and my drunken sister. While my sister is whiny and childish, Lola is adorable and somewhat more fun. I must get the world's most patient person award because I saw Lola naked and didn't do anything about it. I knew she was drunk, but she was nearly playful and adorable in a desirable way.

"Louis!" My sister whines and I sigh, shaking my head and heading to my room to find her sprawled on the bed with her limbs spread widely. She spots me standing and beckons me over, wearing a drunken smile on her face.

"She's really beautiful, you know?" I tense a little and then smile distractedly. Beautiful isn't enough to describe her, but I hated her a little, for thinking I could be with another woman just a little after I touched her.

Sure, I had been prepared to find a woman to spend the night with, had the day not went the way it was. I'm not a saint, but not a slut. And how much have I hated when she said that? A lot. I got along with her assumptions because I wasn't going to defend myself-why would I?

I wish she had asked me who I was with, and then I would've gladly told her she's my sister. Now I can't understand why I'm so keyed-up over this. She's just a beautiful, charming-a bit violent for obvious reasons-and has a flicker of innocence that drives me crazy.

I groan, shaking my head at myself.

Really, I could have a growing pussy right now with all these silly thoughts.

I leave Charlotte slumped on my bed and get inside the guest room, falling asleep almost immediately.

***

I put some aspirin and water on the bedside table for my sister and then take my keys and leave, heading for the gym. Our building is massive despite what it might look like from outside. So when I take the elevator to the gym floor and find the big space with lots of equipment, I'm not surprised.

I take off my shirt and hit the treadmill, first walking and then running until my lungs burn and my feet ache. I try to clear my mind, just like every time I bury myself in exercise, but it doesn't work. Not in the slightest bit. I'm thinking about my job, my sister and frankly even more about Lola. The anger and mischief she evokes inside me is unsettling, and I'm never used to think of anyone no matter who they are.

I've never believed in karma, and I wasn't so hung up on irony. But when Lola steps inside the gym with her hair in a bun and dressed in tight sports bra and shorts, I feel laughter trapped in my throat. Karma's reputation of being a bitch was being proved the moment our eyes met.

"Good morning." She nodded and her eyes flickered to my torso once before she looked away in indifference. She pushed the buttons on the treadmill and started to walk fast, her eyes cast forward and her gaze cooler than I think I've ever seen them.

I go on with my workout until my legs are positively unable to do anything more. I wipe my face with my shirt and bend, grasping my knees and heaving out a breath. I startle when I hear a loud thud and my feet move before my brain registers what happened.

Lola is lying on her back with her hand slumped on her chest and her breath coming out in short gasps. The look of fear and shock on her face pushes an ache beneath my rips and I kneel next to her.