25 A Helping Hand to a Relative

Yesterday’s girl did something to me that made me fall for her like an overexcited brat drooling over a naked woman. And after everything that happened between us during the night, in the morning I didn’t find the beautiful stranger beside me—only a pile of money on the table and a note. I felt, in all its glory, like a used whore!

It pissed me off to the very core of my soul, and I have no intention of letting it slide. But knowing my brother the way I do, I’m almost certain this is his dumbass handiwork! I wonder how much he paid her for her virginity? And how could the girl agree to something like that so easily? Have they completely lost their minds?!

Though the thought won’t leave me alone that maybe this girl has some problems and was forced to act this way? She couldn’t have done this just out of boredom, right?

In any case, I must get to the truth—and when I do, someone is definitely going to regret it.

Showing up at my brother’s place yesterday, I found him in one of the local clubs where we used to enjoy spending time in a loud company. The establishment was still closed to regular visitors, but for the local “elite” it was open at any time of day.

Nazar was sitting with a laptop at one of the tables, in the company of several guys I didn’t know, leisurely drinking his… cola?

“Surprising,” I greet my brother, nodding at the drink in my twin’s hand. “I thought you’d already be warmed up with something stronger.”

“I still have important things to do today, I need to stay sharp,” Nazar answered vaguely, briefly exchanging glances with his companions and grinning. “And what brings you to our backwater? Don’t tell me the capital has already bored you?”

“What’s wrong with me wanting to check on my brother?” I say, sitting down on the soft couch and getting comfortable, not taking my eyes off my relative. “Maybe he’ll come to his senses, get his head straight, and go where he belongs. Next to me, helping run our father’s empire.”

As expected, my words only amused my brother. Leaning back on the couch and looking at me with satisfaction, he shook his head.

“Oh no, brother. The obedient daddy’s favorite here is you,” he says shamelessly, taking a sip of his cola. “I’m quite fine here.”

“But not as well as you could be, managing a huge company with me,” I remark reasonably, and my brother snorts.

“Well, I also have a small business of my own here,” he declares smugly. “You could say it’s my personal brainchild.”

“But the income isn’t even comparable,” I smile gently at my brother, although I know perfectly well that you can’t beat his stubbornness. I’m the same way. Until I decide something myself, it’s impossible to convince me otherwise.

“Believe me, my income is more than enough for me. And my job is pure pleasure,” he looks at me mockingly, and his buddies chuckle quietly.

“You won’t enlighten me about your ‘brainchild’?” I ask skeptically. After all, I am curious what Nazar managed to come up with, because no matter how much of a playboy he is, he has a sharp mind—especially when it comes to computers. Maybe there’s really something worthwhile there, and financing to develop his own business might actually make sense.

For a few seconds Nazar looked at me quite intently, as if deciding something for himself. And then I saw that gleam appear in his eyes. It usually shows up when some crazy idea comes to my twin’s mind. Not always a good one, I should note.

“Why not, I’ll enlighten you,” he grins mysteriously, glancing once more at his laptop screen. “I created my own… dating site, and it’s pretty popular, especially among girls.”