Nikolai Ramirez was tired. After spending the last ninety days on his father’s yacht traveling and partying at whatever port he happened to be docked in, he was tired. It might be hard for people to understand, but being a playboy millionaire was hard work. There was a personal and a level of expectation you had to always maintain.
Nikolai was not like his older brother Nicklaus. Although sometimes he really wished he were. Nicklaus walked to the beat of his own drums. He was never led; he never followed. He forged his own path and made his own way.
As much as Nikolai loved and looked up to his brother, he could not be around him for too long. It was always hard living in Nicklaus’s shadow.
But regardless of his inferiority complex, when it came to his older brother, Nikolai was happy t
