"Breakfast, everyone?" Sinclair's blunt voice early in the morning; everyone hasn't had a sleep yet. No one leaves the yacht except Minchee, who is doing errands for her boss.
Sinclair gently placed all the food on the table; she was helped by Minchee.
"What's going on with the three of you?" Sinclair burst out with words after Minchee left the scene, as she sat facing them. They were all silent, and none of them initiated a talk.
"You have a threesome in my own boat!" she said, slamming her hand on the table to release the anger from them. All of them turned their attention.
"Only two, we let her watch," Maddison corrected her, sipping her orange juice still wearing Olivine's coat.
"Is this true?" She asked Olivine, who was just cool, calm, and collected. She looked like she'd been drugged and was spacing out.
"Hey! Wake up." Sinclair's getting her attention.
"Snapped that funk!" She added, slamming her hand on the table again.
"Oh, come on!" She burst
"Wake up, everyone!" She said, raising her voice, losing her patience, and wearing the face of so much frustration.
"After we have breakfast, we will be ready to go back to the city tonight," Olivine informed after she slid her phone into her pocket.
Sinclair's watching Maddison wearing her coat, covering her torn dress. She's just enjoying her food and not engaging in the conversation.
"Let's go back to the mainland..." Sinclair presses her small radio in her hand, commanding.
"Copy, Boss," Minchee's voice quickly responds. Who's in the venue"
"Miss Ferguson, let me ask, what are you going to do with my sister this time? Hmm...?" She said frankly.
"She will stay and live with me in my house," Olivine replied, simply sipping her coffee, not even bothered by Sinclair's bossing around.
"With Katarina?" the eagerness of the tone of her voice.
"Oh wow... drugs these days hit another level," she smirked, folding her arms across.
"Sin, careful with your words," Maddison warned, leaning towards her to emphasize her words.
"Is that a problem, bringing two women into my house?" Olivine is asking her.
"I am taking full responsibility for them, since they choose to stay with me, and it's my part to reciprocate those efforts that they both gave me..." Olivine's defense kept her stoic demeanor.
"And, no one takes substances here, just only champagne we chugged," she added.
"Miss Barlowe, I understand your concerns about your sister's well-being," Katarina said, making her point.
"What else could I do if these women choose to stay with me?" Olivines sounded pissed this time.
"Stop questioning my intentions, Miss Sinclair. I didn't ask them anything nor drug them," she added, placing the cup on its saucer forcefully, and it spilled.
The yacht starts moving as they see the automatic window slowly collapsing to cover the place, making the room fully air-conditioned. The jazz sounds start to play as they are all listening, departing the island.
"What about Katarina's daughters, huh?" Sinclair hissed.
"Don't worry about it, Miss Sinclair. I let them stay at Mom's. Besides, she doesn't have anyone to live with. I visit them from time to time," Katarina explained, sipping her coffee.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
