Unexpected visit

Reiner's POV:

My hands gripping tightly to the toilet seats, I buried my head in and threw up the entire content in my stomach.

I had drank way too much tonight. Dr Phil repeatedly warned me to reduce my alcohol consumption but fuck him. What is life without alcohol? If I don't get a drink once in a while I might go crazy.

Funny how Dr Phil keeps yapping about my liquor and how it'd affect my health in years to come. I couldn't care less what he thought about it. No one tells I, Caesar what to do.

Rising up to my feet, I flushed the toilet and staggered back into my bedroom. My head was as heavy as a log of wood.

My bathroom robe was loose, leaving me half naked as I staggered to the king-sized bed and crashed on it.

I am Caesar. A non-loving, whiskey-drinking, billionaire. I answer to no one and tumbled into bed with anyone I deemed worthy of my standards.

My great expectations and crushing demands are all perfectly met by more money than I could ever burn.

I’d been blessed by