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Paul appeared thoughtful before shrugging. “It’s the weekend, a potential forty minutes to an hour in traffic if we go that day, so fuck it, let’s get a suite.”

“Do me a favor and find a nice place and book…a suite with at least three rooms for the weekend,” Zander said as he turned to Rajaa. With Rajaa acting as his personal assistant for the time being, he was quick to take his phone out to jot down the info for later.

“I’ve got a couple racks of clothing being delivered later,” Zander announced. His attention zeroed in on Rajaa once more. “You sure you’re not coming to the dinner, Raj?”

Rajaa offered a small frown as he shook his head. “I mean, I’ll hang out at the hotel, but I’m not trying to go to the event.”

Zander went to Paul next. “You sure you don’t want me to have them send over some men’s clothing? I’m buying.”

Paul declined. “The girl at Gucci owes me a favor, so she’s pulling something for me already.”

Nazanin cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes. “You’re not promising some girl your extra ticket, are you?”

“Aww, does Naz want to be Paul’s date?” Rajaa teased.

Paul grimaced and visibly shook at the thought. “I’d rather shove my dick in a blender.”

Not to be outdone, Nazanin perked up, leaning close to Paul with a smile on her face. “Ooh, can I be the one who does it?”

Paul faced Nazanin and peered into her eyes. “That depends. Can those dainty little hands of yours handle heavy lifting?”

“Paul.” Zander sighed and sat back in his chair. “That’s my sister.”

Paul didn’t back down as his eyes flickered to me. “And that’s your girlfriend, and I’m your manager. Get a hold of your barracuda over here.”

“Actually, Paul’s right, Naz,” Rajaa jumped in. “You should get to know Bia and Paul more.”

After a pregnant pause of tension, Nazanin spoke up.

“So, Bianka, what do you do?” she asked, her dark eyes fixing on me.

I wanted to be petty and respond,Besides fucking your brother, living my best life!But there was something elegant and classy about Nazanin that had me on my best behavior, as if one-upping her were impossible. “I work retail.”

Nazanin wasn’t impressed. “Do you sing, dance, act…?”

“No.”

A brow arched. “Are you on birth control?”

Rajaa coughed on his food, going and needing water to calm down.

Paul’s eyes enlarged as he paused in his own eating.

“None of your business,” I answered as calmly as my temper would allow.

Nazanin looked towards her brother. “I sincerely hope you’re being careful.”

Nazanin’s judgment was misplaced. If Zander cared about getting me pregnant, he didn’t act like it.

“Naz.” Zander eyed his sister. “I get it, you love me and care, but don’t sit there and treat her poorly. I won’t tolerate it. I’m sure whatever information Rajaa’s been feeding you coincides with who Bi is.”

Nazanin pouted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Zander’s gaze shifted to his cousin. “She doesn’t text you and ask about Bianka and me?”

Caught in the middle of the dueling siblings, Rajaa shrank. “We talk about a lot of things.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

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