Page 59 of From Angel to Rogue

He was built like a heavy tank, big enough for both of us, and didn’t complain one bit. I think he even murmured at one point that he would happily spend the rest of his life like this.

“Matty, should we watch a horror movie?” she asked sweetly.

“Why, firecracker?” he asked, sliding a teasing smile her way. “So you could scream and hide and shriek and get me all hot and bothered and leave me with no choice but to take you to the bedroom.”

Sierra burned a shade of red that could be closely compared to a ripe tomato. “Fine,” she muttered, handing my brother the remote. “You put on something.”

A rare grin lifted his lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re too adorable.”

“I’m sorry for third-wheeling you guys.” My voice muffled against my brother’s sweater. Watching them interact only made me sadder. What would I do to have him with me here?

“Not at all.” Sierra’s excited eyes landed on me. “I miss girl time. I spend almost all my time with Matty or Raphy. As much as I love them, the overload of testosterone is killing me.”

Just as she finished that sentence, a loud thud of the front door slamming made us girls jerk up and Matty stiffen. It must be someone we knew because you needed a code to access the door.

“Yo fuckers, I’m home,” shouted a familiar voice that halted our conversation. “Si, you better not be the naked doing the F-word with big man.”

Sierra exhaled loudly. “Why the hell are you here?” she asked just as her brother graced us with his presence sporting a cocky grin.

Barely seventeen, Raphael was Sierra’s younger brother and also the debut artist signed to my brother’s label. Although very talented, Raphy had a very big mouth. Their weird living arrangement was what led my brother to meet and fall in love with Sierra.

“Whoa.” Raphael cocked a brow, eyeing the three of us. “What kind of kinky fetish is this, and why wasn’t I invited?”

A pillow from Sierra’s hand hit him right in his eyes, to which he screamed bloody murder.

“That hurt, you bitch,” Raphael cursed, glaring at his sister.

In response, Matty hurled another pillow his way. Much harder. “Don’t call your sister a bitch.”

“What are you doing here, Raphy? You don’t live here anymore, remember,” Sierra reminded him with a sharp look.

“I’ve never felt so uninvited in my entire life. I thought I’d come to see my sister.” Raphael pouted, blinking innocently at his sister. “Just say the word if you guys don’t want me anymore, and I’ll leave forever.”

Sierra huffed out a breath at his dramatic statement. “Fine, sorry and stop complaining, we’re watching a movie. You better join us without speaking another word.”

“I’d never say no to that.” His sad expression dropped in an instant as he cuddled next to his sister. “I know deep down you love me too much, sister.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled warmly at him. “There’s food in the fridge if you want some.” She ruffled his hair. “What are you doing here, by the way?”

“I thought I’d spend my weekend with my rich parents,” he mumbled. “Mom sent over too much food for you guys.”

“Yay,” Sierra chirped. “Permanent food coma, here I come.”

“Dork,” Raphael commented.

Soon, it was followed by another colorful banter, which turned into a mini cat and dog fight about which movie we should watch.

“Never a dull day, huh?” I mumbled to Matty, who had his attention focused on Sierra with an indescribable softness in his eyes.

“Yep,” he replied, sliding me a glance. “The Chan siblings will never bore you. I can guarantee that.”

After their argument was settled by Matty like he was some referee overseeing a football match, we finally put on a movie calledLionthat none of us had ever seen before.

It made us girls bawl like babies while Matty consoled us, and Raphy openly cried, holding his sister tight.

We all needed a good cry.

Ineeded a good cry.

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