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Chapter 18

“Joseph, what is wrong with you?” his mother questioned when he walked back into the dining room. “You still went after her after I told you not to.”

“You did not need to bring up her mother. You crossed the line,” he said to her. Esther took a few deep breaths to compose herself.

“You agreed to marry one of Sheikh Solomon’s daughters.”

“Olivia is one of his daughters.”

“Joseph, don’t play games with me.”

“I am not playing games. I never play games,” he replied.

“Why not Rania or Marina?” Esther asked.

“I am not attracted to either one of them.” That was the truth. He was not attracted to them. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that they had awful personalities. Esther frowned at Joseph.

“Attraction? That is your excuse,” she said. She shook her head. “Grow up!”

Joseph narrowed his gaze at her.

“I have made my decision and I will not change my mind,” he said sternly. He respected his mother. However, he was not going to allow her to force him into marrying Rania or Marina.

“She is not even Lebanese!” Esther yelled out.

“She is half Lebanese and why does that matter?”

“I want full Arabic grandchildren.”

“What about what I want?” he asked his mother. She was too concerned about what she wanted. It was starting to annoy him.

“What?” She looked confused.

“You wanted me to get married and I agreed. You wanted me to marry one of Sheikh Solomon’s daughters and I agreed. At least let me choose which one.”

“The illegitimate one?”

“Yes, that one.”

“Your father is not going to be happy about this.”

“I know but that will not change my mind,” he said. Esther sighed loudly. She turned on her heel and left the room. Joseph had not planned on arguing with his mother when he told her about marrying Olivia but the situation had turned out differently. Esther had walked in on them kissing and so he had to tell her sooner. Then he had gotten annoyed at how she had spoken to Olivia.

Joseph let his mother leave. She needed to cool down. There was no reasoning with her when she was that angry. Joseph looked at his watch. Olivia should have been home by now, he thought to himself. He fished his phone out of his pocket. He called Sheikh Solomon’s house phone and asked for Olivia. He headed upstairs as he waited for Olivia to get to the phone.

“Hello,” said Olivia. Her alto voice was tantalizing.

“You’re home,” he said.

“No, I’m answering the house phone from the airport.”

Joseph smiled as he walked into his bedroom. Olivia often used sarcasm. It was cute. “You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she replied.

“What are you doing?”

“I was just talking to Sheikh Solomon.”

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