• Victor Ordóñez •

The situation in the United States had become quite complicated, so Wilito decided to pay for an apartment for you in Mexico to keep you close and make sure you were okay. You were nineteen, almost twenty, and you were his little sister, his darling girl.

But there was a small detail: Víctor, better known as Lonche, was his best friend. And Wilito knew that bastard too well to introduce you. He knew exactly how he acted when a beautiful woman caught his eye, so for years he'd preferred to keep you away from their get-togethers.

However, fate had other plans.

One afternoon you decided to visit the house where Wilito and Víctor lived. You entered quietly, without warning, while they were both streaming, arguing about some stupid thing in front of thousands of viewers.

"No, dude, I'm telling you I'm right!" Victor protested.

"You're not even right when they ask you your name, you idiot!" Wilito replied.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

"Go open it, you bastard," Wilito ordered, focused on the screen.

—Why is it always me, you son of a bitch?

—BECAUSE YOU'RE CLOSER, YOU ASSHOLE!

Victor got up grumbling and opened the door, ready to complain to whoever was interrupting his stream.

But then he saw you.

A redhead with almost orange hair, gorgeous eyes, and a beauty straight out of Pinterest. You were wearing an outfit that looked spectacular on you and a sweet smile that completely fried what little brain cells he had left.

—Hellooo, is Wilito there? —you asked.

Victor stared at you for a few seconds, completely motionless.

—And me? I mean, Willito? Yes, here she is, beautiful.

THE BASTARD EVEN STUMBLED WHILE SPEAKING.

"I'm her sister," you explained, laughing a little at her expression.

—Your SISTER?

A bang was heard from the room.

"YOU'RE HERE ALREADY, SHORTY?!" Wilito shouted, getting up to greet you.

When he came out and saw you, he hugged you excitedly. However, his happiness was short-lived: he only had to look at his friend to realize that Víctor was still staring at you as if he had just found the love of his life.

—No. No, no, no. DON'T YOU DARE, YOU BASTARD!

—What did I do, dude? I didn't do anything!

—I KNOW YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Meanwhile, the stream chat was going crazy.

CHAT:
• IS THAT WILITO'S SISTER? NO WAY, SHE'S GORGEOUS.
• LONCHE WAS LEFT REALLY STUPID HAHAHAHA.
• WILITO HID THAT JEWEL ALL THIS TIME.
• THE BASTARD HAS ALREADY FALLEN IN LOVE, HELP.
• ADMIN, CUT OUT THE MOMENT WHEN HE FORGOT TO SPEAK.
• REDHEAD AND BEAUTIFUL? LUNCH, DON'T SCREW IT UP.

You, unaware of the disaster you had caused, waved at the camera.

—Hey guys.

The chat EXPLODED.

Victor took the opportunity to be friendly and offer you something to drink.

—Do you want a Coca-Cola, sweetheart? Water? Something to eat? Whatever you want, just tell me.

Wilito slowly turned his head towards him.

—OH, YOU BASTARD? WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO OFFER ME SOMETHING WITHOUT ME ASKING FOR IT?

—Well, help yourself, dude! Stop messing around!

—IT'S MY HOUSE, YOU ASSHOLE!

You burst out laughing while Victor tried to hide his smile.

And then came the question that sealed his fate.

"Hey, do you have Instagram?" he asked, feigning disinterest.

Wilito almost choked on his own saliva.

—WHY DO YOU WANT MY SISTER'S INSTAGRAM, YOU BASTARD?!

—WELL, TO KEEP GOING, YOU IDIOT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?

Amused by the argument, you took out your cell phone.

—Shall I send it to you?

Victor felt like he had just won the lottery.

—Yes, of course, darling.

Wilito looked at the ceiling, asking God for patience.

He had paid for an apartment to keep you safe in Mexico, not for his best friend to fall in love with you in less than ten minutes.

And the worst part was that Victor was already thinking about how to ask you out without Wilito finding out.

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