VINCENT
Slapping the light on, I almost hissed in shock when I saw my sister lying on my sofa with some black substance smeared all over her face.
For a brief second, I actually thought someone had broken into my apartment.
“What?” she asked, getting off the sofa to reach for the wine glass sitting on the small stool beside her. “Why are you staring like you saw a ghost?”
“You do look like one,” I deadpanned, shrugging off my jacket before tossing it over the armrest. “What are you even doing here?”
Vera scoffed, taking a leisurely sip of her wine. “If someone heard you, they would think you needed some privacy.”
I lifted a brow, slowly loosening the knot of my tie. “What? I'm not entitled to my own privacy in my own house?”
“Save that for people who are actually in a relationship,”
