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“Oh really?” I sneer. “And you would have done it differently?”

“Yeah, not act like a dick over pussy.”

“No, that’s right. You just fuck ‘em and forget ‘em.”

“How’s that hypocrite pie you’re eating?” he asks, and I roll my eyes as Lorri emerges from the room.

Her bright gaze meets mine, red rimmed and weepy. Mentally wincing, I turn away. What the hell am I doing?

If my mother ever catches wind of this, she’ll tan my ass for sure.

Lorri moves into my sight once again, crossing her arms and raising a brow. Her long blonde hair frames her face in alluring waves and she’s wearing a cute little dress that accentuates her body.

I wasn't lying when I played up Lorri’s looks for Minnie’s benefit. However, she may be pretty in her own way, but she doesn’t hold a candle to the beauty I see when I look at Minnie.

Lorri checks all the boxes, sure, but Minnie has a way of looking at the world, at me through a lens that makes everything fresh and new again. Not only that but she’s fuck hot with all her curves and that fucking ass I can’t get enough of.

Besides, after spending this much time alone with Lorri, I’m starting to wonder if she has an off button and just how much time one can talk about themselves without getting bored.

For fucks sake.

I’m also confused because I don’t understand the relationship between the two. I may fight with my siblings, but I’d die before betraying one of them. Yet, Lorri didn’t bat an eye when I suggested she move in.

She knows I fucked Minnie, although not the extent of it. Hell, maybe she’s fucking with me too.

“You heard anything new?” he asks, and I shake my head. “No.”

“Then we keep going,” he grunts, and I clench my jaw.

“At what fucking cost?”

“Ain’t this priceless, bro?”

“You’re still a fucking asshole,” I say before ending the call.

“Who was that?” Lorri asks as I toss my phone on the table.

I’d rather poke my eye out with a fucking blunt object than have this conversation, but I did this, I put distance between the two sisters. I have no one but myself to blame.

“No one,” I finally say, and she cocks her head.

Beyond ranting and raving over Minnie and Beast from the other night, she hasn’t asked me anything about it and I can practically hear the wheels turning now.

Finally, she says, “What’s the deal with Minnie anyway?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, both dread and hope pooling in my gut. Is this it? Will she finally give me some fucking answers?

“It’s obvious you care,” she says waving her hand and when I go to protest, she continues. “You brought her home when she was all kinds of fucked up. Besides, every time she’s around, you act like a grumpy bear. What gives?”

Eyeing her quietly, I round the couch and sit down. How much do I say? Fuck, what do I have to lose? Nothing because as of right now, I have fucking nothing.

Still, it sours my mouth to say, “Your sister fucked up my life.”

Why did I let Minnie walk into my world knowing she wasn’t who she pretended to be? Am I that fucking arrogant? Or is she that irresistible?

Who knows but I’m in this shit now and I can’t fucking go back.

Lorri chortles, her shoulders shaking, and I grimace when she sits beside me. “It’s not funny.”

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