Sneaky Stepbrother

After that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Lola, the stripper from the club.

Her image kept flashing through my mind, and I fawned about her during lectures.

I wanted to see her again, to know her better.

Lola was mysterious, and I wanted to unravel her secrets.

What kind of stripper was she? Why didn't she want a private session? What was she hiding? And what was the club manager hiding?

I wanted to make her mine.

As lectures ended, my friends nudged me and joined me at my table. "Yo, Derek, your sister called like crazy when you didn't get home on time. Where were you? You left us behind at the club and disappeared for no reason."

"Oh about that, I got into an accident," I replied.

My friends were shocked, "An accident? That explains the bruises and bandages on you, right?"

I nodded, apparently bored. "Don't ask me how it happened. I was drunk, and it happened. Now then, let's talk about Lola. Tell me everything you know about her."

My friends exchanged looks, confu