The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Amarie Avant

Author:Amarie Avant [Avant, Amarie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Blu Savant Press
Published: 2016-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Mila

Los Angeles, CA

SUNDAY BRUNCH WAS worse than Sunday service. Mila had already felt the judgment of being in the large cathedral structure with a melancholic Jesus, palms open wide, yet gauged out. Ouch. The pastor, though, didn't further condemn her by biblical verses of adultery. No, the man upstairs had left that for her older sister, Yasmin.

The once a month Sunday brunches and token church attendance on Mila and Lido’s behalf had begun to even out, now that Warren wasn’t around. Veronica stayed at home on those days because Yasmin had chewed her the fuck out one time.

At the table of shiny silverware and crystal which caught the sun and sent rainbows across the room, Mila and Lido sat across from Yasmin and her husband, Faaid. The family got together at the same upscale Beverly Hills buffet for years. Faaid had once enjoyed Warren’s company. Warren had been nice enough to keep up with soccer—actually more statistically interested—in order for the two to chat while the sisters caught up. They hadn’t had been here in almost six months, meaning Faaid hadn’t gotten used to it just being him with the ladies.

“Where have you been, Mila?” Yasmin forked up baby arugula. Those enchanting black marble eyes never wavered. Yasmin kept her hair in silky short tousled curls. Her buttery brown skin always seemed pampered, though she never invited her younger sisters to the spa.

“Mila just got back from Tokyo,” Lido interjected with a devious smile. The look in those eyes didn’t speak volumes to her walaashay weyn. Mila gave a quick elbow to the bony broad’s ribcage. Lido wanted to start an argument.

“Tokyo, is that true?”

“Why? You sound like father! Are you going to tell him?” Lido’s eyebrow arched.

Faaid mumbled something about not being full. Nobody acknowledged his presence; Yasmin didn’t even care.

“Can’t I make small talk with my Walaashay yar?” Yasmin snapped.

“Most definitely.” Lido nodded. “You started the chit-chat, but keep in mind I always got the back of my Walaashay yar.”

Mila sighed. It was hard being the youngest. “Yes, Yasmin, I stayed a few weeks in Tokyo. I even sent in a few–”

“Few?” Yasmin’s eyebrow arched.

Mila’s shoulders deflated. Of all people, she wanted to tell her siblings first about sending in the proposal for a few government grants. With the commission Mila made for Blake’s altruism, Mila had paid off the house. She also had enough for a down payment on a building in West Los Angeles. Today, she planned to see if her sisters wanted to tag along to view a few locations her realtor had found. But,

“Twenty-eight days, let’s just call that a month,” Lido gestured, wanting more of a rise out of Yasmin.

Yasmin had already texted Mila that church and brunch would be a cordial affair. So it was clear to them all that Yasmin was curving her judgmental attitude. Though they weren’t close, Yasmin seemed to be trying for Mila’s sake. She’d even called during the months since Warren’s death. She didn’t attend the

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