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Charlotte takes about half an hour before she stops crying, and I don't know if I should feel sorry for her or not. She hasn't changed her clothes, and as she stood up to get tissues, I could swear her entire ass was showing. I let her rant the whole time, because I still understand what it's like to be admonished so embarrassingly by your brother. Your big, over-protective, kinky brother.
"Charlotte," I hold her hand, squeezing lightly. "I know his way of...pointing it out wasn't exactly delicate but you can't deny that those shorts are incredibly baring. I can't begin to imagine what a fun it was for boys to see this."
"He could've been a little nice about it," she murmured sadly, sniffling. "I know he was only trying to protect me and I get it—I'm not wearing those ever again—but he was so...harsh. He didn't even say something, just wished me a goodnight and I haven't seen him since then."
"Well maybe he was being silent because he didn't want to say something hurtful. Didn't you think of it that way?" She looks at me, eyes widening a little before she sighs, muttering an agreement.
"You can fix this in the morning." I smiled kindly, suppressing a yawn.
"Thank you," she smiles apologetically. "I know you have work tomorrow. I feel like an arse for keeping you up."
I hug her. "It's what friends are here for, right? It's not a problem."
"Goodnight." She says when we're at the door and I say it back, going back to my apartment.
When I head to my bedroom, I check my phone, frowning when I find a text.
Is she alright now?
Louis.
Shaking my head in slight exasperation, I text back. She's quite humiliated, but she swore to never wear it again. Also, she's a little hurt that you haven't spoken to her. You're kind of an ass, by the way.
I can perfectly imagine his scowl as he texted what was I supposed to do when my sister's ass was out for show?
You could have been a little subtle and a whole lot gentle. Can I go to sleep now? I have to get up early.
You always sleep late and get up early, Lola. Smart ass.
But tomorrow I have a meeting with Ryan and the news team.
Fine. You owe me a blow job.
My blood heats immediately. Fuck, even when I'm barely keeping my eyes open, it's easy for him to set me on fire with simple words.
Why is that? I type with a smile. I think you owe me a head.
Fine, let's try 69 next time. It's my favorite number ;)
Pervert. I roll my eyes, typing a goodnight and then placing my phone on the bedside table, before closing my eyes. There's a slight buzz, indicating an incoming text, but I don't bother to reply.
***
I feel a little silly as I knock on his door at seven in the morning, but Charlotte opens the door, a smile stretching across her face.
"Thank god," she shrieks, eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Lola, get him out of his robot mood. It's killing me."
I follow behind her to the kitchen, where Louis is standing in front of the coffee machine, his silence overwhelming. Frankly, I realize this is the first time I actually note how unquiet he is all the time. Usually, when he's making coffee like this, he hums, sings, he even moves around the kitchen mindlessly. But she's right, he's never so...robotic like this.
"Good morning," I sing happily, trying to be as ridiculous as possible. He visibly tenses, but doesn't turn around. "Oh come on, Captain Wanker, you're not seriously going to ignore me are you? I'm wearing a bikini."
He turns around this time—he really thinks I'll wear a bikini in the morning?—and scowls when he discovers I'm lying.
"Ha-ha." He rolls his eyes, turning back around. He doesn't even notice Charlotte's hopeful expression.
I catch her arm. "Leave us for a minute, I've got this."
She nods slightly and gives one last sad look to his back before leaving the kitchen.
"Hey, idiot. Come on now, don't be mean." I duck in the small space between his body and the counter, cupping him through his pants. He sighs, looking down at me.
"Good morning, Lola." He mutters and kisses me too quickly.
"Seriously?" I squeeze him and he grunts in surprise. "What happened to our late-night-sexting?"
"I'm not in the mood," he groans when I rub against him and catches my hand, pulling it away. "It's not the right time."
"Fine," I pout exaggeratingly. God I can't believe all this silliness didn't faze him. "But can you please talk to your sister? You're being unfair, Louis."
"Lola, stop." He says sternly and moves away. "It's not a game. She really needs to watch out for herself. What if I wasn't in the flat when she came back? What if someone hurt her in the mall? You saw what she was wearing, it's a miracle no one harassed her."
"She knows it." I argue. "She's barely eighteen, Louis, which means she's still a baby—in comparison to you and me. Everyone makes mistakes, and she's your sister for god's sake."
"She should be thankful I'm not telling her father," he hisses, glaring at me. "Their relationship is already balancing on the edge, can you imagine if he finds out about this? Let's hope Olivia isn't chatty."
"Okay you better stop this," I stare at him incredulously. "Stop saying shit, alright? It's not a big deal, Louis. It's over. You either talk to her or you'll never touch me again."
It's his turn to be incredulous, and I realize I'm being dramatic. But I'm torn between these two—one of them is my lover and the other is like the sister I never had.
"Nice try." He laughs, but it vanishes a little by little until he's gaping at me. "Wait—you're actually serious?"
"I'll go to work now," I glare at him, my body trying to pull me towards him. "Think about it. If you really want me, then fix your shit."
I turn around, suppressing a laugh at how cheesy this fight had been. I felt like a wife for a moment back there.
I greet Derek briefly before ducking inside my car and driving off.
David Ryan hardly ever smiles. I realize that now as we end this meeting and everyone is satisfied with the outcome and excited for the reopening. He just nods, turns around and leaves. No smile, no encouragement, not words whatsoever.
How I'd like to pull that stick shoved up his ass. He's such a bastard.
I don't enter my office until noon, having to do lots of work. I sit down, kicking off my heels and probing my feet on my desk, sighing in relief. I check my phone, not surprised to find some texts.
There's couple of texts from Charlotte.
He's still not talking to me...
Wait, he actually told me to get dressed.
I wonder if he's going to tell my dad.
I note briefly that she called him dad, not father, which is entirely different.
Oh dude, I don't know what you told him back in the kitchen, but THANK YOU! He's a lot less robotic now.
Well, things are definitely better now. JKDAFCSJKDV thank you, Lola!!!!
Well, that was...surprising.
I read the texts from Louis.
I'm sorry.
I think you're right, I'm quite overreacting.
If I take her with me to work and act nicely, will you take your words back?
She's wearing a short skirt :/ I'll try to hold in my smart ass comments.
And then, Lola for fuck's sake say something.
Also, are we still trying 69 later?
LOLA
Apparently, I'm not the only ridiculous one today. Even as I chuckle at how amusing all of this is, I still feel a wild flutter in my stomach. He snapped out of his mood when I threatened him, which means he actually cares about what we have here. Whatever it is.
But it occurs to me that what we have here is not what I'd consider a fling anymore. None of us has spoken of it—we didn't even acknowledge it in front of each other—but it has grown to be deeper somewhat. A lot deeper than it was the first time I met him. The realization is unsettling, but it doesn't make me as apprehensive as I thought it would.
I had grown fond of him, obviously, for far more reasons than his oral skills or big cock. Outside of that field, he was a really nice guy. Protective, charming, witty and smart. It would be hard for anyone to act stony against such disposition.
I'm able to put this thinking in the back of my head for now, but I'm unable to argue with how deep this thing turned out to be. It wasn't just kinky sex anymore, it was a little more than that.
***
"Finally," he groans when I open the door, backing me against the wall and kissing me hungrily. I moan in surprise, stretching my arm out aimlessly to shut the door. "It was a long day."
He shuts the door with his feet, still kissing me, shoving his hands in my hair and biting my lips, my jaw and even my chin before dipping his tongue inside my mouth. My body shudders in anticipation and I pull him back to the couch, surrendering to his voracious mouth.
When he pulls back I gasp, feeling my lips tingle. "Wow."
"Don't you ever say things like that to me again," he growls, squeezing my hip. "Don't tell me I can't touch you, Lola. My head was fucked up all day."
See? This tiny proof that what we had was becoming more? Not acknowledging it didn't make it any less real.
"Okay," I smile shakily, overwhelmed by the intensity of his eyes. "Don't make me."
He sits up, pulling me with him. My hair has to be disastrous right now, but none of us cares I suppose.
"This feels different, doesn't it?" My heart thumps loudly, and I look at his eyes. "It feels...unhinging."
I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat. It was both relieving and frightening to know I wasn't the only one feeling that way.
I open my mouth to speak—say anything—but he shuts me with a kiss, cupping my cheeks in his hands. My body slumps against his, my mouth moving with his, tongues wild and teeth clashing. I place a hand against his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart.
I was falling. I knew I was, but I never expected it to feel right. I always thought it'd feel juddering, that I'd be both miserable and happy about it. Perhaps I thought falling in love was bad, with all those emotions and feelings and words that was better left unsaid.
"I'm losing my mind." He whispered, kissing my neck, biting my earlobe gently. "I'm losing it."
I understood that, because I felt the same.
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I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this chapter but I didn't plan this sudden turn of events so pwease forgive me if it makes you frowny and flabbergasted. I never plan my chapters I just write what my mind tells me and oh well, looks like my mind was having its own PMS huh ;)
We're getting closer to the end by the way--approximately about 14-20 chapters. Depends on my brain.
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