The following morning, Charles woke to the bright sunlight streaming through the window and hitting his face. Squinting, he slowly opened his eyes. A figure stood by the window with his arms crossed, silhouetted against the light.
Charles raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun before looking more closely.
"Damien?" he asked, surprised. "What are you doing in my house this early?"
Damien walked over to the bed and yanked the blanket off him.
"You're in my house."
"What?"
The memories of the previous night came flooding back, but before Charles could say anything else, Damien turned toward the door.
"Come downstairs and have some coffee. Your dad called. You have an investors' meeting this morning."
The words hit Charles like a bucket of cold water and his eyes widened.
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