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Cecily had said something, but I didn't even hear her, not when my eyes were cast on Lola and the dick she was dancing with. Cecily's hand slid lower and I caught it, glaring at her. She looked fearful and I sighed, knowing I was being a complete douche because I had been the one calling her. Now after seeing Lola, I wasn't sure I had any sexual appetite left.

"Let's go to my place, baby." Cecily whispered, her voice seductive. "I'll make you feel so good."

Fu.ck. Not a single reaction. It felt like my dick had fallen asleep.

"Cecily," I began, closing my eyes and pinching my nose. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel well tonight." Her eyes fell and she glared at me, shoving me before turning on her heels and walking away.

And since the night was royally fu.cked, I decided to go home.

***

My night wasn't eventful, we were watching a silly movie of my sister's choice and it made my skin crawl with annoyance. It wasn't helpful, adding to the bent up frustration inside of me. If Charlotte noticed, she was wise enough not to say a thing.

After I had enough and was ready to cause shit, I called it a night and kissed Charlotte on her forehead, muttering a good night and shutting my door behind me. I couldn't sleep though, I was pacing like a caged panther and my head was thrumming with intense headache.

The sight of Lola with that guy was a fu.cking kick, one that I despised so much. I still didn't want her to be anything more, but I wasn't happy with her being anyone's anything. The idea that some douche somewhere was touching her was absolutely unacceptable and my blood boiled at it.

Fu.cking shit, I should've spanked her ass to keep her home.

I lie on the bed and look at the ceiling, confusion coursing through me. Cecily was nearly in the same place as Lola-they were both lovers. But why did it bother me so much when Lola was with someone else and never bothered me when Cecily was? This unanswered question was enough to renew my frustration.

"Goddamn it." I sigh and run my hand through my hair. Fucking almighty, I didn't have this complication in my life a week ago.

Rather impatiently, I went up and flicked the lights off, hoping that sleep could come easy enough.

Of course...it didn't. And I cursed Lola in my head for stealing my comfort and turning my weekend upside down.

***

I was agitated that it was Sunday and I wouldn't bury myself in work. I didn't know what time was it, but I didn't want to leave this bed under any circumstances. I heard shuffling and faint laughter, and wondered what the hell my sister was up to, until I heard a certain laughter that caused me to awake in less than a second.

Lola?

Lola?

What the fu.ck was she doing here? And what time was it?

It was well past one and I groaned, pulling up my sweats and leaving my room, dreading the sight of the beautiful creature that fucked my weekend harder than I ever fu.cked a woman.

I couldn't help it; I stared at her beauty and innocence and wondered how such an innocent girl was dirtier than ever. She was dressed in jeans and a white strapless tank top, her tits shown perfectly thanks to the lack of restraint. Her hair was curled in a bun on top of her head and few strands escaped.

It wasn't her precisely that pissed me off; it was the stupid glow in her cheeks and faint red mark on her neck that made blood race through my veins. I suspected it was intentional, because otherwise she would've worn something less revealing. Pissed off was too tame to describe how I felt.

And for the first time in my life, I was bloody rude.

"What are you doing here?" I glared at her and didn't pause to care how harsh I had been. Her head jerked in my direction and she didn't look pissed-she was fucking smirking.

Goddamn women and their evilness. No wonder men don't live long.

"I was visiting your sister-I just don't get how you share the same blood." She scoffed and Lottie laughed, bending over to stifle the sound.

"Charlotte," I spoke, drawing my sister's attention. "Please, love, leave me for a minute with Deloris." At the mention of her full name, Lola glared at me and my sister chuckled.

"Whatever you say, big brother." She patted my shoulder, unaware of the battling lust and rage inside me. Lola pissed me off royally, and my dick translated the rage into ridiculous desire.

Pervert.

"You..." I growled when Lottie left the kitchen and a door was shut somewhere. Lola's eyes widened and she stepped back.

I smirked, biting words I was sure to regret later. "If you wanted to be treated roughly and have bites all over your tits, you should've remembered that night instead of finding some douche to fu.ck. A spanking would be included. All you had to do was ask."

Her eyes narrowed and she stood immobile for a minute, before she smiled such a wicked smile it revved me up a notch.

"You didn't give me a reason to remember anything really," she bit back, her voice cold. "Your arrogance is useless, Louis. Last night was highly memorable, unlike..." she trailed off and quirked her eyebrows provokingly.

When she said those last words, the distance between us was nearly non-existent and the tension was unbearable. She rose on her tiptoes and looked right into my eyes, which was frankly...intimidating. She had fire in her eyes unlike anything I've ever seen.

"Do you know how sore I am?" she taunted and I balled my fists at my sides. "I had a problem going home this morning, I was limping and even the hot bath didn't help-"

I cut her off with a growl and then kissed her, shoving her until her hip hit the counter and jars rattled atop of it. She gasped and pushed against my chest, but her mouth kept moving against mine with the same aggression. She pulled at my hair roughly and I groaned in her mouth, hoping to bruise her lips and remind her how helpless and entranced she was under my hands, lips and co.ck.

I'd be damned if she forgets. Hell would freeze over before anyone makes her feel better than me. I didn't care that this was solely about proving myself over others, she was never going to be with anyone but me.

"Whoa-guys I fu.cking eat here!" Lottie squeaked and Lola wrenched away with a gasp, her lips red and swollen. They looked like cherry.

"Watch the language!" I snapped and she rolled her eyes, but remained quiet.

"Stay for lunch," Charlotte pleas and looks at Lola with big puppy eyes I know anyone would be helpless against. "I don't have friends here and frankly, you're the best I know. You even don't swoon over my brother, that's a first for me to see." Lola laughs and I roll my eyes at my younger sister.

Females could be so annoying when they team up against you.

"I have no reason to swoon over him." Lola shrugs and looks away when I glower at her.

Well, Lola...tonight is all about breaking your arrogance.

***

Lunch was a damn nightmare for a guy like me. I had to hear gossip and fangirling until my brain was ready to leak out of my eyes. Stupid boy bands and Channing Tatum. Girls are seriously sick.

Lola was ignorant completely; it was like I didn't exist in her world. She didn't glance at me once, or even answer anything I asked generally. She didn't comment on anything, either. It made me more determined to show her that she wouldn't be able to ignore me any time in the future.

Just wait for it, I thought. Wait for it, Deloris.

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