"You are so hot, Angelo. You know exactly what I am doing, I'm going to fucking kiss you. Do you know how many people want these lips on theirs? And I am giving them to you for free, and you are questioning why! Is something wrong with you?"

Angela almost burst into laughter. Stella was so insane! She was desperate to have Angelo this time? Seriously? Angela had not expected that in a thousand years.

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If she was a man, she probably would not have been able to resist Stella's temptation. But she was a girl, and she felt sick since she was not into such things.

When she felt Stella's hand moving towards her chest, Angela pushed her off her body at once.

"Ahh…" Stella let out a cry and fell awkwardly into the driver's seat.

In a daze, Angela opened the door, got out of the car, and stumbled on the ground.

Everything was spinning in front of her. She tried to stand up but fell.

"Angelo!"

Daisy had not seen Angelo at the party for a while and came out to look for him. She gasped when she saw him lying in the parking lot. Daisy ran over and shook him, helping him to stand up. "Why are you so drunk?"

"No, I'm not," Angelo waved his hand.

"No? Look at you. It must be the wine. I told you not to drink too much."

As Daisy said that, she looked back at Stella in the car, the state of Angelo's clothes, and figured out what happened. She had not expected Stella to be this bold!

Luckily, she had come in time. Otherwise, who knows what Stella would have done to Angelo!

Daisy helped Angelo to walk over to her car and directed the driver to drive him home.

***

At night, Angela felt very hot and uncomfortable. In a daze, she rolled out of bed. Water! She was thirsty! She wanted water! She groped her way down the stairs trying not to make too much noise.

Was this her home? She did not think there were so many stairs in Watts' house. Where was she?

Well, forget about the water! She had better just go to bed. She suddenly remembered that she was a Thorne now, not a Watts. Turning back around, Angela walked blearily back to her bedroom. Still dazed, she crawled into her room, felt her way to the bed, lifted the covers, and got inside.

Drake was a light sleeper. He opened his eyes as soon as the door opened. He realized that someone had entered his room. It was Angelo! He lifted the quilt and got inside. Drake watched in confusion as he sunk his face to the pillow like a little child.

Drake watched him for a few seconds. Angelo was so slender, his soft breaths coming out, making small noises.

He tugged him closer until he was flush against him despite knowing this was wrong.

He frowned when he smelled the wine coming off him. The little thing was drunk!

Drake growled in anger! If it was one thing he hated – it was his siblings coming home drunk!

At once, Drake flicked on the light and roughly shook Angelo awake.

"Get up. Get out!"

The cold voice sounded familiar in her ear. Angela's head was so heavy, so were her eyelids, that she could not even lift them. Annoyed, she just shook her head and snuggled deeper into the pillow.

"Are you insane! It's… my… my room. Get the fuck out!"

Drake squinted, reached for the cup of water on his bedside table, and splashed it on Angelo's face.

Angela yelled and immediately got up, rubbing her eyes in annoyance. She was still in a daze and wondered who the terrible person was to throw water at her. Remembering how thirsty she was, Angela started to lick the water from the sides of her lips.

Staring at her pink tongue, Drake's hand tightened on the glass, and his breathing grew heavier.

Angelo's hair was wet, his pale skin was red and soft, almost luring Drake to feel it. He swallowed heavily and remembered who he was and who Angelo was.

He grabbed his arm roughly and shoved him to the other side of the bed while grabbing his pillow and moving to the sofa in his room.

***

The next day, Angela was woken up by a knock at the door.

"Mr. Drake, your breakfast is ready!"

The housekeeper's voice sounded outside the door.

Drake?

Angela was confused. Why did the housekeeper call Drake's name?

She struggled to open her eyes. When she saw the room she was in, she gasped and almost fell out of bed.

When she looked up, she saw a pair of deep blue cold eyes.

"Br… Brother? What are you doing in my room?" Angela covered her chest with her arms by instinct. Drake's eyes made her so vulnerable!

Drake's face was still cold, but he laughed at her words.

"Take a good look. Whose room is this?"

Angela stayed still for a moment and looked around. Well, it was not her room, that was for sure!

Was this Drake's room?

Memories of last night trickled back.

It seemed that she had accidentally walked into Drake's room in her half-drunk state.

Damn it! Oh, god! She was screwed!

Would Drake just strangle her to death?

No, no! That would be too easy! He might ask his men to torture her to death!

"I…I'm so sorry! I…didn't mean to!"

Angela suddenly blushed and was sweating. Her face became ashen and pale, and her eyes were red like she was a frightened rabbit.

"Poor little thing," thought Drake despite still being pissed off about sleeping on the sofa. His neck was still hurting.

"Go to your room, wash yourself, and go down to breakfast!"

Drake got up, gave a cold look to the helpless Angelao, and walked into the bathroom.

Wait, he did not kill her? Was this a miracle?

Angela was still shocked; how had she gotten into Drake's room instead of her own? She guessed she must have been so drunk that she did not realize where she was walking! But what surprised her even more, was Drake's response. She did not think Drake would let her go this easily, but he had been lenient with her lately, and she was not going to complain.