Crazy but sweet

 LUKE'S POV

 Anna strutted into my living room like she owned the place, her hips swaying, her chin tilted up like she had the most important news in the world.

 I knew this woman.

 Whatever had brought her here wasn’t simple.

 I smirked and grabbed her arm, dragging her toward the privacy room.

 I was already intoxicated, and right now? A willing pussy was all I wanted. Since Jolie was done with her, I saw no reason to let her go, especially when she had personally walked into my den.

 I kicked open the door to the back storage room, pulling her inside. The only source of light was a single, flickering bulb overhead. I shut the door behind us and locked it.

 Then I turned to face her.

 Her eager eyes burned into mine, filled with that dangerous anticipation.

 "What do you want, Anna?"

 She smirked, stepping closer, the scent of vanilla and sin wafting off her skin.

 "I came here for something else…" she purred. "But right now, I want you to leave your agenda aside and put that filthy mouth of yours to good use."

 She didn't wait for my response.

 She dropped to her knees.

 Her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips slowly—like she was savoring the moment.

 I undid my belt, my jeans sliding down as I kept my gaze locked onto hers.

 Reaching into my boxer briefs, I pulled myself out, stroking once, twice.

 "You really wanna get dirty with the friend of the man who doesn’t fuck a bitch twice?" My voice was low, teasing. "I need those expert lips wrapped around me. Now."

 Anna let out a husky laugh, running her fingers over my abs, taking her time as if she was admiring a masterpiece.

 Even on her knees, she looked fuckable.

 She reached out and gripped me, and the sensation shot straight to my gut.

 A tremor ran through my body.

 What the hell?

 Why did I react like this?

 Her warm tongue flicked over the tip, making a single white pearl bead at the head.

 Anna smirked, licking it up slowly, moaning at the taste.

 Jesus Christ.

 I nearly lost it.

 "Fuck," I groaned, clenching my eyes shut, trying to think of anything else.

 Jolie.

 Business.

 Anything.

 Because I didn’t want it to be over yet.

 And God help me—I never wanted it to end.

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 SALLY'S POV

 I stood near the porch, clutching the cleaning rag as I watched Jolie's mother pace back and forth like a caged lioness.

 She was furious.

 Her phone was clutched tightly in her manicured fingers, and every few seconds, she let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.

 "I'm losing my mind!" she snapped. "That girl—Lola—she’s a pest! She’s delaying the plan!"

 Her plan?

 My stomach twisted.

 After more ranting, she finally waved me off.

 "Go back to work," she hissed.

 But I didn’t move.

 Because she was still on the phone, and I heard everything.

 "Yes, I have a well-constructed plan for Jolie's inheritance. That fool of a grandfather will hand over everything soon. But the bonus?" She laughed coldly. "That idiot girl—Lola—was also given half of the Faya family's wealth."

 I bit my lip to stop myself from gasping.

 This wasn’t just about Jolie’s fortune.

 It was about Lola too.

 I shrank back, hoping she wouldn’t notice me.

 But she was too absorbed in her schemes.

 "That Lola girl—she had better not lose that baby!" she snarled. "Or else, I will kill her myself and make Jolie marry another girl."

 I felt sick.

 Being loyal was one thing.

 Supporting murder?

 That was another.

 I had to leave.

 Jolie’s mother would use me as her puppet, and if I stuck around, I’d be dragged into something irreversible.

 But where could I go?

 Lola.

 She was kind. She didn’t deserve any of this.

 Jolie’s mother stormed past me, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

 I watched her disappear, my heart racing.

 Was she really Jolie’s mother?

 Because she sure as hell didn’t act like it.

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 JOLIE'S POV

 Lola wanted to see her grandfather, but I couldn't allow it.

 I had even denied my own mother a chance to see her.

 She was furious.

 Told me to go to hell.

 Fine by me.

 Right now, all I cared about was Lola and our baby.

 She was emotionally exhausted, and one wrong trigger—one bad shock—could cost us everything.

 Mr. Fayas, thankfully, understood.

 He even told me to lie—to tell Lola he was on a business trip.

 I sat in the hospital lobby, staring at nothing, my mind a mess.

 I was about to go back to Lola’s private room when Luke stormed in, looking like he had been slapped by the devil himself.

 He stopped dead in front of me, eyes burning.

 "I’ve got news," he said, voice tight.

 I frowned. "What about her?"

 Luke took a breath.

 "She’s pregnant."

 My mind blanked.

 "What?"

 Luke ran a hand down his face. "Anna. She’s three months pregnant."

 My mouth went dry.

 "For who?"

 Luke hesitated.

 Then, with a sigh, he muttered, "We don’t know. But... it's from the night of that party."

 A cold wave washed over me.

 The party.

 The one where I was wasted.

 Luke continued, "According to her, she slept with you first… before coming to me later. We don’t know who the father is."

 I felt my heartbeat slam against my ribs.

 What the fuck does that mean?

 I could be a father?

 To Anna’s baby?

 I sank onto the nearest chair, gripping my head.

 If this was true… then Lola's baby wouldn't be my first.

 She would lose it.

 She would divorce me in a heartbeat.

 And I couldn’t let that happen.

 Luke sat beside me, the silence stretching long between us.

 Then, in a low voice, he said,

 "Bro… if that baby is yours, it’s going to cost you your marriage. I can take the baby. No one has to know."

 I stared at him.

 "Don’t be ridiculous," I muttered. "The truth always comes out. And fuck—I was

so drunk—I didn’t even use protection."

 Luke groaned, rubbing his temples.

 "Same here," he admitted. "She seduced me. I had no idea she followed me into my room."

 I clenched my jaw.

 "She’s a thirsty bitch, that’s for sure," I muttered, glaring at nothing.

 And now?

 She might have just ruined everything.