Constantine's POV
This house is a tomb. A very expensive, very quiet tomb. I was trying to watch some silly reality show. Anything to fill the silence. But the quiet here is loud. It just sits on you. Then—BAM! The front door slams open and the spell is broken.
In walks my son. Myron. What a sight. He can't even walk straight. His shirt's half untucked, his hair's a mess. And he's got some woman with him. She's all giggles and too much perfume, holding him up.
I felt my face get hot. I put my wine glass down. Hard.
"Myron," I said. My voice was like ice. "What is this? You have a wife. For crying out loud, can you stop being shameless?"
He blinked those drunk eyes at me. "A wife? So where is she, huh? Not here. She's not here when her horny husband needs her."
"You sent her away!" I stood up. I was so mad.
