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“Yes,” Salem said. “You see?—”

“Alina has that sort of relationship with her men,” Jad interrupted him. “Nothing wrong with it.”

“Of course not,” Sara said. “People should be free to be who they want to be. None of our business what you do in your private life.”

“See? Nothing to worry about,” Alexei told Salem.

Salem let out a sigh of relief.

“Now, what is first on the itinerary?” Jad asked.

“Today, we settle into our accommodation,” Roman said. “Tomorrow we’re having a tour of the palace, and lunch with Alina and her men. The next day is for relaxing, then a suit and dress fitting, then the rehearsal dinner. And, finally, the wedding.”

Alexei just hoped that they got some time to themselves in all of that. Because he wanted to show their girl how much fun a holiday could be.

“This holiday is no fun!”she cried before vomiting again. “I’m sick!”

Salem held her hair off her face, rubbing her back with his free hand as she threw up again.

“It m-must have been t-the food on the p-plane.”

“Really?” Roman asked from the doorway to the bathroom.

Why did they all have to be in here with her? Was she not humiliated enough?

“Because we ate all the same food,” Roman said. “And none of us are sick.”

“It wasn’t the food,” Alexei called out. “It was the booze.”

“What?” she asked as Salem helped her sit on the floor with her back resting against the wall. He then took the cloth that Roman handed him and wiped her mouth, then hands. “It was the alcohol? But I barely drank anything.”

“Nope, you’re a complete lightweight,” Alexei said, joining them in the bathroom.

Luckily, it was a big bathroom. Although, she kind of wished they were all in the bath.

Together.

She had plans for this holiday. And number one on her list was getting the three of them to take her together.

Which wasn’t going to happen while she was ill.

“That’s not fair,” she complained. “I want to be a heavyweight. I want to be able to drink as much as I like! They taste so good! Why would they make you so miserable?”

“Well, alcohol isn’t actually good for you,” Roman told her. “It can lead to heart disease, liver disease, brain damage, bone damage, among other things.”

Right.

And abject misery and humiliation.

“Got it. I’m never drinking again.”

Alexei snorted and she glared at him.

“How about we get you all snuggled up on the couch with some dry toast and water,” Salem suggested.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining our holiday, Daddy,” she told him.

“The holiday isn’t ruined. It’s barely started,” he reassured her. “Besides, you could never ruin anything.”

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