Diana's P. O. V
"Didn't realize the geek was so loaded, his antiques must cost a fortune, let alone his entire house," West whispered to me as we walked towards the living room.
There was no picture of his dad on the wall, only Stephen and his mother's photos were hung.
"You two can sit down," Stephen said and slumped on the couch, I took a seat, West remained standing.
"You said you wanted to tell me something." I started, West was still looking around, toying with an Anubis antique.
"Drop it." Stephen deadpanned, "I didn't know you'd be bringing him along." Stephen said in a somewhat mumble. West chuckled and stood behind the couch, resting his chin on my forehead.
"Anything you have to say to chirper, you can say it to me." He said and I could only imagine the cocky grin on his damn face.
"Get off," I said jerking off his head, Stephen eyed us both, the atmosphere turned sour immediately.