SAMANTHA’S POV

A sudden chill ran through my veins, when I noticed Lucas standing by the door. He had a murderous look on his face as he peered from Andres and back to him. I stood up supporting myself with the arm of the couch.

He walked up to us. "What's this supposed to mean? What's going on here?"' he asked, his voice laced with anger. Andres tugged at the button of his suit, he seemed calm. Of course, he was calm, Andres relished in having arguments that were uncalled for with his brother.

Andres extended his hand for a handshake. "Good morning man…" he greeted, "I was just about to leave," he said, picking up his suit on the couch.

"You won't go anywhere if you don't answer my question," Lucas glared. His eyes were twitching and it was only a matter of time before he brought the door down with his voice.

Andres mumbled, "What question?"

Lucas arched his brows and cast a deluxe I-am-so-disappointed stare at me. I looked down. I was getting a hold of myself, I just wanted to gather my thoughts a