Chapter 39: Breakfast

The sun was already climbing higher in the sky by the time Aaron opened his eyes, the late morning light streaming through the large windows of his villa. The sound of birds outside the terrace was calming, but his head still buzzed with the lingering effects of last night's party. His friends—Ron, Will, Oliver, and Liam—had stayed over, sprawled out in the various guest rooms in his enormous villa.

He rolled over and stretched, the soft sheets of his king-sized bed feeling luxurious against his skin. A grin crossed his face as memories of last night's laughter and conversation flooded back. It had been the perfect evening—a much-needed escape from the constant hustle and pressure of his ever-expanding empire.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and Aaron reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was a message from Ron.

Dude, you awake yet? I need food. That whiskey knocked me out cold, lol.