POV: Lola’s Demand“I’ve got this,” Janka shoved away from the table faster than Laila could. “Get out of here, Lola. This is a private business establishment, and you are not welcome here.”“Where is my sister? I want to know where she is right now!”“She’s busy.”“Fucking my husband?” Lola hissed back.Laila pulled her lips back with fury, her teeth gritted at the hypocrisy of her sister. She entered the gallery and let her gaze rove over her sister. Her belly was round and, and she was showing the belly bump beneath the clothing she was wearing. Her shirt was almost a crop top, and the pants were low rise.It was September in New Hampshire, not exactly sweater weather, but the summer-like attire the woman wore was odd.“I am not fucking your husband, I have better things to do with my time, Lola.”“You were with him the other night, weren't you? His shirt smells of your perfume.”“I don’t even wear perfume,” Laila laughed at her. “The last time I wore a perfume was in middle scho
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