Jillian
Dan’s booming voice rang in my ears as soon as I opened the door to my mansion, startling me. “You took twenty f*****g minutes to get here!” He growled. “Where the heck were you?”
He stood in front of father’s island, holding a bottle of vodka.
My eyes widened at the sight. “What are you doing?” I asked in a panic. “Father will be furious if he finds any of his bottles missing.”
“I don’t give a damn about that old fart!” He railed. “He can do whatever the hell he wants.” But then he slammed the bottle back onto the island, causing the liquid to slosh onto its surface.
He cursed aloud, running his hand through his hair as he started pacing. “You’d better give me a good explanation of what you were up to all this time.”
“I already told you!” I said exasperatedly. “But tell me…
