—Alec—
The shrill sound of my alarm clock pierced the silence.
Cursing under my breath, I snatched it from the nightstand and silenced it. I pried my eyes open and squinted at the reminder flashing across the screen.
Great.
Today was the governor’s yacht party.
Another evening of shallow conversations, forced smiles, and people pretending to enjoy each other’s company.
“Kyu-hun?”
I stepped into the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom. He wasn’t there.
“Sir, Mr. Kyu-hun is in the kitchen,” my butler announced.
I hesitated, curiosity tugging at my brow.
What could Kyu-hun possibly be doing in the kitchen?
Sure enough, I made my way downstairs, and the information was correct. Kyu-hun was in the kitchen, moving with the finesse of a professional chef as he fried something wh
