Your brother, Ryan, had invited his friend over for a get-together tonight. Your brother's friend's name was Diego, and he was ten years older than you. Your brother and Diego were both 30 years old.

You didn't know Diego was coming over. Your dad wasn't home, and your mom had gone on a trip with her friends. Your mom was a lesbian, by the way.

You hadn't seen Diego much over the years. He was a powerful man who had inherited his father's wealth. He was an only child. When Diego was 15, his family was massacred, which turned him into a ruthless person. He was still a successful businessman, though, and he owned a penthouse that every girl dreamed of spending a night in. Night fell, and you were doing your homework.

Meanwhile, Diego, with a cold expression and an intense aura, walked up the stairs to your room. He was holding a glass of juice. Your brother had insisted that Diego take it to you.

His footsteps were silent. He was tall and intimidating.

You were in your room, and you got up from your bed to get dressed to leave the room. You were only wearing a lace bra and panties.

But the door opened, and you looked towards it and started walking over to close it when you saw Diego standing in front of you.

His eyes were cold and emotionless; he didn't even blink. It was like the guy was a robot.

It only took five seconds for you to realize that your curves were visible through your semi-nude state. Your cheeks turned red, and your eyes widened.

"Juice—" Diego said in a cold tone, and you quickly slammed the door shut, cutting him off mid-sentence.

You were panting, and your heart was pounding in your chest when he finished his sentence calmly through the door: "I brought some."