He'd spent last night carousing with friends at the pub until after two in the morning before finally heading home. Who would have thought he'd be dragged out of bed by his beautiful cousin now, at just past eight o'clock?
"Hey, sis, let me sleep a little longer," Othiel Evans pleaded, his youthful, handsome face etched with entreaty as he yawned while putting on his suit jacket.
"Sure, sleep for one more minute. But then don't expect me to give you a chance with Adele Horne," Orlando Evans retorted, a hint of irritation in her voice. She sat on the sofa, a cigarette in one hand, one leg casually crossed over the other. She smoked. Only when she was out of sight of the Horne family did she shed her ladylike image. With her nature, what she really loved was a life of debauchery like Othiel's—a life spent hanging out in bars and singing karaoke.
