MARCUS
“Carlos!” I yelled as soon as I woke up, groaning when the pounding in my head continued. “Get me some fucking aspirin! Now!”
The room was too bright, and I pressed the button to shut the curtains before I rolled over and pulled the sheets over my head. Thank goodness today was a Sunday, and I didn’t have to go into the office. My head was pounding, like a herd of elephants were desperately trying to stampede their way out of my skull.
Maybe I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.
But last night was a cause for celebration, and I wasn’t going to waste such an opportunity. After four years of misery, I was finally free. And I’d celebrated by fucking Emily’s brains out four times, one for each miserable year of my marriage.
I half-opened my eyes and saw that the bed was empty, which brought a smile to my face. She was truly gone, and I was free. No more worrying about what she was going to say or do. No more stressing out over the fact that my marriage wasn’t as perfect as I wanted it to be.
And I could finally start dreaming of having a child once again.
A soft knock came on the door, and Carlos walked in with some tablets, a glass of water and some warm towels. The old bastard always knew exactly what I wanted, even if he got on my nerves most of the time.
“Good morning, Master Marcus,” he said softly, handing me the pills and glass. “I’ve prepared breakfast in case you’re ready to eat now. And I’ve also drawn up a hot bath for you, because I know you will prefer that to a shower in your current state.”
It reminded me of all those years ago in the Reynard summer home, when Ethan and I were fresh out of college and getting ready to take our roles at Reynard Tech. We were always out partying, and Carlos would always prepare for our potential hangovers even before we woke up.
But that was a long time ago. I hadn’t seen my brother in over sixteen years, and I didn’t even know where he was. For all I know, he could be in some little village in Bangkok. Or he could be strolling through the A****n rainforest at this very moment. He could even be on fucking Mars for all I cared. We might have been born together, but we were no longer attached at the hip.
“What time is it?” I asked Carlos as I took the pills.
