Volkan thought about it. Yes, he wanted Henry to pick up the girl and bring her to the hotel where she could explain herself. She’d told him she wasn’t going out, that she had to stay home and study. Now she was dressed up for a date and standing at a bus stop. She’d lied to him and he wanted an explanation.

But he also wanted to give her the extra few months she needed to graduate and if he pushed her now, she might become angry. She might try to break up with him and if she did that, he’d have to move up his timeline. She wouldn’t get to graduate. After the years of hard work she put in, she deserved her degree, even if he wouldn’t allow her to put her education to use once they were married.

He had to keep his temper. As much as he could anyway.

“Don’t pick her up,” he said in an even voice. “Follow her and text me the location.”

“Yes, boss.”

Chapter Eight

“You’re going to have to get a third job as a sex worker if you keep this up,” Yasmin said, dipping her chopsticks into her noodle bowl and taking a messy bite. “Six cats are a lot of mouths to feed.”

Aisha tipped her head to the side, a serious look on her pretty face. “What kind of sex work would I do? Professional Dominatrix?”

Their eyes met and they burst into laughter. Aisha was soft and sweet on the outside and a killer in the courtroom. In the bedroom? Yasmin had no idea and she didn’t want to know. Maybe her sister enjoyed control in the bedroom. She was an enigmatic, multi-faceted person, which was something Yasmin adored about her.

Yasmin tended to be an open book, a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl. She thought maybe she could do with a bit more mystery but had no idea how to achieve it.

The two sisters ate, talked, and laughed together, the tensions of a long week unravelling as they enjoyed themselves. When they finished their meals, Aisha pulled out her phone and called their parents, turning on the video chat feature. She set the phone on top of the napkin holder and leaned it against the menu.

After a couple of rings, the phone was answered, and the two women watched the blur of movement as one of their parents scrambled to right the phone to bring their daughters’ faces into view. Yasmin muffled a laugh under her hand as her father’s nose finally popped into view, the screen tilted at an odd angle.

“Give me that,” their mother said impatiently, sending the screen spinning again as she snatched it from their father.