Julian's POV
I wake up the next morning feeling like someone drove a truck through my skull. My head pounds with every heartbeat, my throat feels like sandpaper, and my stomach churns in ways that make me want to stay in bed forever.
“What the f**k happened” I mutter.
Memories of last night flash back slowly, pieces fitting together like a broken puzzle. The business dinner. Dad is showing up and talking to Bryson. Me dragging some blonde girl into a corner and letting her blow me just to get the image of my stepbrother out of my head.
Then the after party. I'd gone with a group of business brats - kids whose parents run half the city and who always know how to throw the kind of parties where money feels like water. I'd drowned myself in expensive whiskey, eager to forget hoc
