DAMIEN’S POV
“Sir, your mother is here to see you,” my assistant informed me.
Marcus glanced at me. “Wonder what the matriarch wants with you, brother.”
I closed my laptop. “I suppose the report can wait.”
Marcus nodded. He left his seat and came up to me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, his expression turned serious.
“You know I love you, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Do not start with me, Marcus.”
He let me go, a grin on his face. “Can’t a young man have some fun? You are almost as boring as mother and father.”
“Never compare me to them.”
“Of course. I only said I love you because I know you will never hear it from our dear parents. I want to step up and be there for you.”
I gaped at him. “You do know I'm older, right?”
Marcus shrugged, heading for the door. “Yes, but I am wiser.”
