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Sister?
“Sister,” Jolie echoed as if she stole the word from my head. “Convenient really for you to acknowledge our blood relation for the first time ever.”
Sophia mimicked Jo and crossed her arms over her chest. “And I shouldn’t. Because you, Jo,” she sneered, “can’t let me have anything. First, you steal Nana and now you’re taking my boyfriend.”
My teeth ground together as I spoke. “We’re not together.”
“Shut up,” they both said before their eyes locked like nukes pointed at each other.
“First, I didn’t steal Gran,” Jolie defended. “You were invited to every vacation I went on.”
“Yeah, like Mom really wanted me to travel with Dad’s fuck child.”
Jolie’s hands balled into fists and I prepared to step between them.
“Your parents were separated when Dad and my mom got together.”
“More like hooked up. Like mother, like daughter. You’ve stolen my boyfriend.”
My protest against Sophia’s use of the wordboyfriendlanded on deaf ears.
Jolie stepped forward. “I haven’t stolen anyone.”
“Really, because your lipstick is on his face.”
Sophia pointed to me and my hand went to my mouth as I turned to get a view of myself in the decorative mirror hanging on the wall. Sure enough, lipstick was smeared on my mouth.
There was a shift in the air and Sophia felt it. She moved toward the door, or so I thought. She stopped near the in-house phone.
“It’s time you reap the consequences of your actions. You should know better, Jolie, than to have an unmarried man in your room.”
She picked up the phone as Jolie and I moved to stop her.
“Don’t,” he and I said at the same time.
We were too late as she spoke into the phone. “There is something inappropriate happening in this room.”
I’d lunged for the phone and depressed the hook switch a second too late, ending the call.
“You’re wrong,” I said, even though it was far too late.
“Wrong about what? That you like screwing sisters.”
“He didn’t know,” Jolie said. “When have you told anyone that you had a sister?”
“Half,” Sophia spat. “Not that it matters. He shouldn’t be here. You’re not married.”
Technically, it was illegal forunmarriedcouples toshare a hotel room in Dubai, something we’d been taught in the online training I’d been mandated to take upon my acceptance of the job. I hadn’t thought about it when I followed Jolie to her room.
I didn’t think. I acted. “But we are.”
Sophia’s anger dissolved into hysterical giggles. “Good one. But you’ll say anything to save her, won’t you?”
She was right about that. Broken rules like this one were harder on women if what I’d been warned about was true. I couldn’t let either of us be arrested.
“We are,” Jolie said, coming beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
Sophia wasn’t convinced. “Prove it.”
