Stephanie had an incredible migraine piecing the situation. "You two are..."
"Choose your words carefully," Shila frowned.
Parisa giggled, "What's the matter, I thought your country was more liberal about these things."
Stephanie massaged her forehead. "Yes, but you’re both supposed to be Mr. Sharou's concubines. Is he not going to be angry about this?"
"Technically, we're his wives. His sons do not like us using that word because they're still attached to their late mother. And Sharou is aware of how much Shila adores me. This is a political group, not a religion or cult." Parisa raised a brow playfully.
"Tell me, foreigner, are you disgusted by this?" Shila shrewdly flings Parisa's hair over her back and then kisses her neck. Stephanie looks away as Shila's adventurous hand cups Pa
