The Sheikh's American Daughter
“Boutros,” said Olivia. She sprang up to her feet. She had not expected to see Joseph’s mother. She had just walked in on Olivia kissing her son. Such bad timing. Olivia was enjoying the kiss. Joseph was such a good kisser. His lips felt good. His chest was as hard as stone. Olivia ran her hand through her hair. “What are you doing here?” Esther asked Olivia. “I invited her,” said Joseph as he rose to his feet. He kissed his mother on the cheek. The elegantly dressed older woman did not look pleased. Olivia noticed that Joseph’s mother was tall. It made her more intimidating. She was dressed in black and white. Her clothes and her jewelry looked expensive enough to cover Olivia’s yearly rent. “Why?” Esther asked her son. “For dinner,” Joseph replied. Esther looked at Olivia. “I don’t want you around my son,” she said. “That will be hard, since I want to marry her,” Joseph responded. Esther’s facial expression changed from anger to shock.
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