Locked up

Zane:

“What the hell are you doing here, Gia?” I yell, yanking the sheets to cover the only piece of my dignity left.

“I could ask you the same, Zane,” she says, sitting up with the duvet across her chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the city, running my father’s business like you’re the actual firstborn son of this family and not Yusuf?”

Her words sting, but I don’t hold on to them because I hurt her, and I’m truly sorry.

I feel twice as terrible as I did initially because dreaming of sex with Kiara is much better than actually doing it with Gia. She’s my sister, and even though we aren’t related by blood, I hate the fact I’m betraying my father.

“Did Kiara throw you out of the house? You’ve been quite a pussy lately, and I can’t believe someone like her has so much power over you,” she says, and I curl my hand into a fist. “I can’t believe I was in love with you,” she scoffs.

“Gia, what is wrong with you? You know I was drunk and…”

“Don’t come at me with that, Zane. This was a con