He looked up, but the light blaring from the open windows made him groan and he shielded his sensitive eyes. It took Vince a minute to remember what had happened the night before.
He had gotten in a fight with his father because he had missed a business meeting earlier that day. His father always managed to make him angry and their fights often ended with Vince finding comfort in a bottle of whiskey. He stood and stumbled his way to the bathroom, avoiding the broken shards of glass on the floor. His hand turned the knob to the sink and he splashed water on his face to wake himself up. Leaning over the sink, he took several deep breaths, the water on his face dripping onto the black marble counter. Ever so slowly, he tilted his head up and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Dead eyes stared back at him, causing him to quickly look away and head towards his swanky kitchen. He grabbed his phone off of the island and turned it on. He had 12 messages, all of them were from his fiancée Giana. He sighed and put his phone on speaker as the messages played. "Turn your damn phone on." Vince rolled his eyes at that as the machine went on to the second message. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
By the 11th message, Vince had already drank the bottle and was now eating a breakfast burrito. Giana's messages were all basically the same, her yelling at him for leaving his phone off. He never did have a great relationship with his fiancée. They didn't live together and had no real feelings for each other. Vincent had only proposed to get his father off of his back about finding a wife and he knew that Giana only accepted because of his money and the fat diamond ring he gave her. Some people might see it as sad, but they both got what they wanted while still having that sense of freedom.
The last message finally played, "Don't forget that you have to come to the fashion show I'm modeling for tonight. Make sure to wear something nice too because you're my fiancée and if you look bad, I look bad. And before you call me to whine about coming, you don't have to stay for the whole thing, you just have to make an appearance and then you can leave. I don't care if you call me back, just come to the show tonight. You better be there Vincent, I mean it."
He turned his phone off as soon as the message ended. He hated going to Giana's dumb events, but he knew he'd hear shit from her if he didn't go. Vince left the kitchen and went to get ready for the day.