ARIA

"I have to go."

The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stood up from the sofa, my legs feeling like jelly. The air in the penthouse suddenly felt too thin, suffocating me with the truth I had just learned.

Stepbrothers.

Mark and Jason were brothers.

Mark stared at me, surprised by my sudden movement. He was still holding his glass of scotch, looking comfortable, looking like a king on his throne.

"Already?" he asked, pouting slightly. "We haven't even toasted properly."

"The jet lag,"(Extremely tired) I lied, clutching my purse tight to hide the trembling of my hands. "It’s hitting me harder than...