Chapter 2

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~Candice's POV~

I was watching Dante and Lola get married while with my Asian boyfriend. I couldn't give a damn. Lola is always there to save the day. As is customary, she saved the day again today. I occasionally feel sorry for her because she is constantly bringing joy to others. I admire her for her selflessness. She has never been in a relationship. I despise admitting it, but their kiss nearly compelled me to dig my claws into my flesh. Dante is entirely mine, and Lola will always protect me. I locked my gaze on my guy. I could tell he had concluded that I was not dating Dante. He is not comparable to Dante's Damnation. Dante is a sex god. I'm simply not accustomed to sleeping with a single man. I can get away with anything with Lola by my side.

~Dante's POV~

I'm completely baffled by what is going on.

Candice appeared to be interested in becoming my wife. However, she failed to appear at the wedding. Candice has never attended a single event with me. It's always been Lola who saves the day. Lola is my best friend and more like a younger sister to me. Naturally, there were times when I wished I could take her, but she was simply too innocent. Because I don't want to jeopardize our relationship. I was there to witness her blossom. She was nine years old when I first met her, and she insisted on playing with a sixteen-year-old. I used to tease the little girl, who was constantly promising to be my baby sister. I began developing affection for her when she reached sixteen. Even still, she was always my Lolita. She is now 25 years old, while I am 32. She is still the one person I can rely on in any situation. I recall the first time she spotted her period. She sobbed, believing there was something wrong with her. I showed her how to put on a sanitary pad, so that's something. Isn't that revolting? I am aware, but I was compelled to do so. She lacked friends. I was her friend. As a result, I used YouTube to guide me through the process. I'm even aware of the days on which she has her menstruation. I am quite familiar with Lola. And she is well familiar with me. People refer to me as impolite, although I am not. Maybe they're just not my thing. Perhaps I simply like Lola's company over that of any other person. I occasionally feel awful about requesting favors from her. She has never once said no to me. Here she is now, as you can see. She consented to marry me as if she didn't have any other commitments in her life. At times, I have the impression that she does not see the need to have a boyfriend because I am present all the time. I had never seen her before with a male. She is 25 years old and knew me just like her brother and best friend. I grabbed my phone and dialed my girlfriend's number. The phone had been switched off. I attempted to contact her throughout the day, but she was nowhere to be found. Her phone was switched off. I started consuming hard liquor.

How did Candice manage to do this to me? What made her do this? Was she going to be my wife today?

My wife is now my best friend. I began drinking. I felt compelled to fuck Lola. I'm not sure why, but it just felt right. Today's kiss was quite amazing. More of it would have been better for me. It was magical. I made a conscious effort not to think about it, but I can't quit thinking about her lips right now. I entered the bedroom and immediately heard the sound of running water. I stripped down to my underwear and entered the bathroom. She was oblivious to my presence, but I had already seen her naked. She was flawless. There would be no going back. She retreated slightly, and her body collided with mine. I brushed my lips over hers as she turned before she could say anything. She was perplexed. I nipped at her nipple. She opened her mouth to moan, but my tongue suffocated her. I pulled her up against the shower glass. The water streaming over our bodies and the accompanying steam made me as hard as a rock.


I'm powerless to stop. It feels so natural, although I know it is wrong. This is Lola, my little Lolita. A person who is both my best friend and my sister. I'd had a thing for her for a long time, but I couldn't bring myself to tell my friend that I was interested in her.

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