Chapter 128

Maxwell

I was still fuming by the time Diane walked into my living room the next day, her hand on her head and a groan escaping her lips, and she did a double take when she saw me.

"What the f*ck?! Why am I here?"

She must not remember anything.

"I should be asking you that. Why do you always come to me when you're drunk and don't tell me you drove to my place drunk?"

Okay, that was not what I had planned to say.

I shouldn't be concerned about her, but driving when she was that drunk was dangerous.

"F*ck! I didn't know I came here. Sorry."

"Is that all?" She asked after a while of sipping the coffee I had made for her... us and I glanced up at her.

"Of course."

There was no way I was going to mention the fact that she had kissed me and asked me to sleep with her, even though I was fuming about that.

"Oh, thank God."

I gulped down the rest of my coffee and moved to the kettle to pour myself another, wishing myself not to ask the question... But I did.

"And how are you?"

She glanced up