Chapter Eighteen

Vikrant groaned as the sunlight streamed into the dark room immediately the curtains were opened. He picked up a pillow and smashed it to his face to keep the light out and continued sleeping until he heard the butler's voice and groaned louder.

"Sir, it's noon." Nicholas didn't sound too pleased.

"It's fucking Sunday, Nick." He growled. "Go away."

"You missed a call from your father." Nick informed him. "And you need to open your gifts so the maids can dispose of the trash."

Vikrant thrashed around on the bed grumbling under his breath before he sighed, sat up and glared at Nicholas. The man had been around long before he was born but it didn't mean that he couldn't relieve him of his duties.

"Can I fire you?" He asked Nick.

"I'm afraid not, sir." Nick replied without blinking.

"I bet if I tell my dad that you're the bane of my existence - he'll let you go." Vikrant said.

"I doubt it." Nick strode to the door. "You also have visitors."

"My friends." Vikrant plopped back down on his