I woke to the sound of banging on my door. Startled out of my beauty nap, I groaned and groggily yanked my blanket to the side and slipped out of bed.
Bang! Bang!
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Goddess gracious! Only Asma dared to slam my door like this. I frowned, beyond annoyed, as I stumbled forward and yanked open the door.
“Who died and why should I care?” I snapped with ire.
Asma brushed past me as if she owned the room. Without the slightest grace, she slumped on my mattress and rolled around until the entire bed sheet was crumbled up. I swear, older sister or not, one of these days, I’m going to kill this b***h!
“Your boyfriend and his father are sitting downstairs. Shouldn’t you go and entertain them?” She asked, lying on her stomach.
“There are Omegas for a reason. If I have to
