Chapter 87 Doesn’t she know?
Roger’s thrusts had gotten harder, and Karen was biting her lips to stifle any moans, her silence making Oriana disturbed at the end of the line.
“Karen, are you there?” It was her fault for not informing Karen about her flight departure and arrival time, but the fact that she had already informed Karen of her visit meant Karen should be expecting her.
About to answer, Roger took the phone and laid on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. “Oriana, I’ll send a driver to pick you up.”
Oriana frowned, not liking the arrangement. “But I want to see Karen,” she argued, but Roger responded in annoyance, “then wait until tomorrow morning. It’s the only time my wife will be free.”
He had no intention of stopping what they were doing to pick up anyone at the airport.
The only breaks they could have would be for meals, pee, or a drink. As if it wasn’t enough that their first times were interrupted by Silent Chase and now that the workload was going to increase, both Roger and Karen needed this.
The call ended before Oriana could say another word, and he quickly switched it off, using his phone to make the arrangement for her pickup.
Karen was stunned. “I can’t believe how rude you can be.” She felt sorry for Oriana, wondering how upset she might be for Roger’s harsh response, but Roger did not seem to care about Oriana’s feelings.
“Well, where were we?” He asked as if the call never came through, sealing his lips with hers as his hands caressed her flawless body.
Hours later, they were still in bed when they heard a knock on the door. Roger went to get it after putting on boxer shorts, coming face to face with Oriana.
She was dressed in jeans and a blouse with a backpack behind her back.
“This part of the mansion is strictly out of bounds, only belonging to me and my wife,” Roger said seriously, not even welcoming her first. “Stay in the other wing and choose any room you want.”
“But Roger,” Oriana argued, feeling saddened. She was so desperate to see Karen. “I want to see Karen.”
Roger was bare-chested, and his toned muscles scared her a little. Neither her father nor Joe had a physique like that. Roger looked as if he lived in the gym.
“She’s sleeping, and in case you don’t know, call your mom and dad, and ask them if it’s right for newlywed couples to be disturbed.”
Getting a hint of the matter, Oriana’s cheeks reddened. She wondered how poor Karen might be faring. She imagined her drained and tired with someone like Roger pounding her all through.
Karen was so small, yet her husband was tall, handsome, and well-built. The age difference was also massive, but if Karen was happy, then Oriana would only have to accept and be happy for her.
She was around two years older than Karen, but accepting that Karen was married to her half-brother made her feel weird. About to choose a room, she turned around and asked again, “What about food?”
“Ask Milo,” Roger shrugged and went back inside. Oriana was left alone in the huge house, in search of Milo and began to yell, “Milo, where are you?”
To her, Milo might be a servant, butler, or anyone who could help, but when she got a response from that insolent parrot, she was stunned.
“Call my name with respect.”
Oriana froze. “You are Milo? I thought Milo was a person.”
“I thought Oriana was a person,” Milo replied in his oddly birdy voice. Oriana’s teeth gritted together as she made her way to the kitchen to make herself something but felt lost.
Everything was out of sight, and she spent close to thirty minutes finding the ingredients before Roger showed up to her relief.
“I don’t like domestic workers around, but for your sake, I’ll keep one. I usually cook for my wife, but I’m not sure I can do the same for you,” he said, picking up his needed saucepans and other ingredients to cook with.
The few times Oriana met Roger, their interactions were brief, and living with him now, she was beginning to wonder if it was a good idea.
Roger wasn’t as friendly as she thought, or perhaps he was only nice to his adopted family.
Her mother was right in telling her not to come, but she had insisted on it because of Karen.
“You are so mean. I shouldn’t have come,” Oriana frowned, Roger’s brows raised, releasing an intimidating aura.
“Then you should go. The only reason I let you in here is that my wife considers you a friend, and your dad, he was once my lecturer.”
Oriana was having a headache, but pain shone in her eyes. She thought Roger had considered it because they were half-siblings, but now, the sad truth stared her in the eyes.
“Doesn’t she know I’m your sister?”