Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Buzzed and boisterous, Josefina flaunted her surprising strength. "Dare to defy me? Where's that little whip? I'll show you who's boss," she slurred.

Oliver lounged back with his hands clasped behind his head, a charming, crooked smile lighting up his eyes with mischief. "And how do you plan to enlighten me?"

A tipsy chuckle escaped Josefina as she hiccuped, her body slowly slumping down as sleep overtook her.

Oliver shook his head in disbelief. After tucking Josefina in, he texted the house cook, requesting some black coffee be ready at dawn.

Josefina's phone rang. It was a message from Hattie. Oliver gently placed her finger on the phone, unlocking it, and typed a reply: [Mom, staying at a friend's tonight, won't be back.]

Sending the word "Mom" stirred an odd emotion within him.

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Oliver went to freshen

came through, thanks to his second phone. "Oliver, why'd you block me on

as Finley grinned and said, "That bed behind you ain't looking too neat, seems like you've got company. Don't tell me that's a dude

where Josefina lay asleep, her slender form still making a noticeable rise

stare,

do ditch your bros for a girl, huh?" Without a word, Oliver ended the call, choosing silence over

cut off, breathed a sigh of relief. "At

girl entered the room, hopeful. "Fin, did my brother

replied, his expression a mix of frustration and

cold? You're

got a girlfriend, he has no