Crazy but sweet

 LOLA’S POV

 Jolie and I arrived at Luke’s mansion for the party. The place screamed wealth—polished marble floors, chandeliers twinkling even outside, and a massive garden filled with partygoers. I adjusted my mid-thigh jean skirt and pulled my scarf tighter around my neck, already regretting coming. The maid ushered us into the garden, where a long round table overflowed with drinks.

 Luke, ever the arrogant show-off, got up with a smirk and half-hugged Jolie.

 "Welcome, brother…" he drawled.

 I barely paid attention. My eyes flicked to the table, landing on three girls. One of them I recognized—Sally, a former classmate from high school.

 Luke's smirk deepened as he turned to me. "Oh? You brought wifey?"

 "Asshole," I muttered, shooting him a glare.

 "Nice to see you too, nerd—"

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 He didn’t get to finish. Jolie’s stare alone shut him up.

 Luke raised his hands in surrender. “Oh, so she can insult me, but I can’t?” He groaned dramatically.

 Jolie didn’t even blink. "Do you value your balls?"

 Luke took a step back. "Just kidding, bro. Don't kill me. Today’s my day!" He grinned, retreating to his seat.

 Jolie took a chair, while I deliberately sat three seats away. He’s not my babysitter.

 Before I could take a sip of my drink, Brian strolled in from the mansion, cigarette in hand, with some other guy trailing behind. He was the last person I wanted to see. After everything that happened two days ago, he had the audacity to show his face?

 The bass of the rap song thumped in the air as he settled—unfortunately—right next to me.

 "Hey, sunshine," he greeted, draping an arm over my chair.

 "Hey, punk-ass bitch," I shot back.

 He scoffed. “You’re a naughty woman.”

 “And you’re still an idiot,” I muttered, taking a sip of my beer. Ugh. Bitter.

 Sally got up and started dancing, her hips moving in perfect rhythm. I won’t lie—she was good.

 Luke leaned back, licking his lips. “Come here, baby.”

 She obeyed, tugging up her mini skirt and twerking right on his lap. I rolled my eyes and took another sip. Some things never change.

 Then, Brian decided to open his mouth again.

 "You look less ugly, Lola. Did you get plastic surgery?" He smirked.

 Sally burst into laughter.

 I scoffed. "And I see your pants are tighter. Did you get a—oh, wait. Did you go for a penis enlargement? If so, I better call Gina and let her know your equipment isn’t as short as an eraser anymore."

 Silence.

 Luke choked on his drink. The other girls gasped. Even Brian, self-proclaimed king of comebacks, looked momentarily stunned.

 Then he smirked. "Woah… You turned me off."

 "Trust me, I’m not the Lola you used to know," I said, feeling way too satisfied with myself.

 “Oh really?” He turned to Jolie. “How do you deal with this little sexy tiger? Does she bite?”

 Jolie, still not over his unfinished business with Brian, didn’t even look up. "Don't poke the bear, you motherf—"

 "You know what?" Sally interrupted. "Let’s leave the boys to their macho nonsense. Ladies, inside. Now."

 I followed them inside the mansion, relieved.

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 JOLIE’S POV

 Luke leaned back in his chair, still grinning. “So? How was it? Heaven or hell?”

 I didn’t answer. My personal life wasn’t for their entertainment. But the memory of that night lingered in my head, making my jaw tighten.

 Luke sighed dramatically. "Oh, come on. You’re silent. That means it was good.” He whistled. "Man, I always knew Lola had it in her. That ass? Damn. Just from your silence, I can imagine—”

 "Shut the hell up," I snapped.

 Brian chuckled. “I never imagined Lola could change so much. From nerd to… well… damn.”

 Luke rolled his eyes and smacked him upside the head. “That’s somebody’s wife you’re dreaming about, dumbass.”

 I ignored them, scrolling through social media to distract myself. Then the girls returned, stumbling in.

 Sally? Completely wasted. She tripped and hit the floor, giggling like a maniac.

 And Lola? Oh, she was sexy drunk. Flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and slightly glazed eyes. She was barely walking, propped up by Lin and Kate, who looked genuinely guilty.

 “I’m deeply sorry, guys…” Kate murmured. “We didn’t think the alcohol would hit her this hard.”

 I didn’t even look at her. My attention was on Lola.

 She rubbed her eyes and—before I could process it—she walked straight to me and sat on my lap.

 What. The. Hell.

 She threw her arms around my neck, her breath warm against my skin.

 "From now on, you're my wife," she declared, her words slurring slightly.

 Silence.

 Then—before I could react—she leaned in and kissed me.

 My eyes widened. I did not see that coming.

 I felt every set of eyes at the table watching us, but Lola? She didn’t care.

 “I want to do things to you, honey,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “Very inappropriate things.”

 I glanced around. Thank God Luke and Brian were too preoccupied—Luke with Sally, and Brian with Kate.

 Before this got more out of hand, I scooped her up into my arms. "We’re leaving," I announced, ignoring her protests.

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 LOLA’S POV

 I know by tomorrow I’ll regret everything. But tonight? Tonight, I don’t care.

 As soon as we got in the car, Jolie closed the door and partitioned us from the driver.

 I didn’t waste time. I climbed onto his lap, my fingers running over his collar.

 “Lola…” His voice was low, warning.

 I smirked. “What?”

 He exhaled sharply, grabbing my hips to steady me. “You’re drunk.”

 “Drunk? Maybe.” I traced a finger down his chest. “But I know what I want.”

 His grip tightened. "You’ll regret this tomorrow."

 I leaned in, lips grazing his jaw. “Maybe,” I whispered. “But that’s tomorrow’s problem.”

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 JOLIE’S POV

 She was going to be the death of me.

 I had two options—put a stop to this now or let her push me past my limits.

 Her hands were warm against my chest, her breath teasing against my skin.

 I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “Lola, if we do this—”

 “Shut up and take responsibility for making me your wife,” she teased.

 I huffed a laugh. "You made me your wife, remember?"

 She g

rinned lazily. “Same thing.”

 God help me.

 I pulled her closer, my grip firm but careful. “Fine,” I murmured. “But remember—you asked for this.”

 Tomorrow? We’d deal with the consequences.

 Tonight?

 Tonight, she was mine.