Forever Yours

.19

Diana sipped on her tea.

Her jade eyes watching the man typing away on the silver MAC. The white light of it illuminating his side profile and Diana knew. .she knew he was in pissed off mood but she didn't dare ask him anything.

His long fingers clicked clacked on the keypad furiously, his jaw taut like a bowstring. Dark eyebrows slashed in concentration.

Today , she had been up quite early in the morning. Earlier than Emma's arrival and had stumbled upon her brother occupying the lounge.

Seeing his rigid figure, she knew something was up.

So she made some coffee for the both of them and he didn't touch the cup laying beside the laptop, the steam rising up from it in puffs.

"What?" His annoyed voice made her smile.

"Nothing. Just looking at a pissed off version of you. Nice to meet you after so long." She teased. He huffed with an air of indifference. Well, he did kinda provided loads of chances for her to rile him.

He opened his mouth to retort back when—

Diana heard the distinct noise of wheels. .being dragged across the wooden floor. A clash—some colorful curses and then she emerged on the second floor.

Right outside of the door.

First the luggage and then. . .

Her hand on the handle of her suitcase, blonde hair tumbling out of the bun as she shut the door loud enough for the whole universe to hear.

Muttering darkly with herself, she turned around and dragged the four wheeled Dior suitcase behind.

"What. .the. .hell. ." Diana let out a breath, watching the young fiery woman trudging down the stairs. Her pink lips pursed in a harsh line.

Struggling with the luggage, Luara landed on the marble floor and then stiffened. . just realizing she wasn't alone.

Her delicate neck whipped towards the duo and instantly her face turned sour. . two pink blotches streaking across her cheeks.

Diana stood up, not quite surprised because she knew her brother. Anything could happen anytime.

"What's. .up?" Diana said sounding unsure.

Laura's blue eyes were fixed on the man busy on the laptop.

"Why don't you ask your dear brother?" Her icy voice made Diana raise up a brow.

She did sound. . hostile.

"Max?"

He didn't respond.

Diana called on her patience and turned at her brother.

"Max?"

"I asked her to get out." He said in a casual voice like it was no big deal asking people to leave anytime he wanted.

Laura physically bristled.

"In the middle of the night! He asked me to leave! What kind of asshole does this to a girl?! What kind of—"

She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes tearing up at seeing him being so closed off. Like they never shared a bed . Never had been intimate. .

Diana seemed helpless.

"I hate you, Maximum Santos. I wish to see the day you being trampled on by the person you love!" She spat , struggling with herself.

"It's going to be okay, Laura. ." Diana's heart tugged at the sight of her. No matter how ditzy she was, Laura was a good person.