Zane:

"What the hell are you doing here, Gia?" I yell, yanking the sheets to cover the only piece of my dignity left.

"I could ask you the same, Zane," she says, sitting up with the duvet across her chest. "Aren't you supposed to be in the city, running my father's business like you're the actual firstborn son of this family and not Yusuf?"

Her words sting, but I don't hold on to them because I hurt her, and I'm truly sorry.

I feel twice as terrible as I did initially because dreaming of sex ...