Page 47 of From Drummer to Gamer

But moreover, it was all brand freaking new.

A weird feeling ticked in me. As much as I liked the gesture, I didn’t like that he spent all this money on me. Because this definitely cost a fortune, it doesn’t even come close to the one I custom-built back at home.

I backtracked to the living room, queasy energy curling in my gut.

“What did you do?” I motioned to Matty, who raised his eyes to mine in question.

He shook his head. “What?”

“The PC, I asked to borrow if you have one. Not get me a new one,” I said softly. “You can take it back.”

He blinked. “You asked for it.”

“I know, but I can’t accept something expensive like this.”

“It’s nothing.”

I heaved a breath. “Maybe to you, but it’s something significant to me. My mother didn’t raise me to accept such gifts without giving anything in return. And there isn’t anything I can give you,” I murmured.

“You cook for me.”

“With the money you gave me.”

Raphy looked at both of us with amusing eyes, like he was enjoying popcorn at a cinema.

“Fine, I’ll take it off your brother’s salary then.”

Hmm, that did seem like a good enough deal. Raphy was rich now. He could probably afford to buy his sister a gaming setup.

“Okay…”

Raphy shot to his feet, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Wait. No deal, I don’t fucking accept this.”

I gave him a hard stare.

“Fine,” he mumbled, crashing down on the couch. “The things I do for my sister.”

I met Matty’s eyes again, and they stuck on me like lightning bolts jolting a clear lake.

Sharp and exhilarating.

“Either way, thank you so much,” I said with a smile. “No one has done something like that for me, and I appreciate it.”

He nodded, his gaze flickering. “You’re welcome, Sierra. But like I said, it’s nothing, and it’s for your studies. It’s the least I could do after all the help you’ve been.”

“Studies.” Raphy chuckled, hiding his mouth behind his palm. “Matty, don’t you think being a doctor is the perfect fit for Sierra?”

I grabbed a nearby pillow and hurled it at his face, which he dodged easily, still chuckling.

“I think Sierra would be good at anything,” Matty commented, his tone laced with conviction.

He couldn’t possibly mean that, did he? I mean, he only knew me for like five seconds and thought I was going to Columbia, so who could blame him?

“I’m going to change,” I repeated once again and darted to my room before any of them could say another word.

By the time I stepped outside, they were in the same scene as yesterday with F1 running on the TV and Raphy scarfing down his meal in the most indecent way possible.

“Did Ollie fix you an appointment for the fittings?” Matty questioned Raphy with an impassive expression.

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