~Sunshine~

Diana was acutely aware of how to hurt and annoy him, a strategy that seemed to bring her a strange sense of satisfaction.

Max shifted his gaze away from Diana, his thoughts tangled in the web of hurt and resentment.

Diana's soothing voice cut through the tense atmosphere, a deceptive calmness masking the storm that brewed beneath the surface.

"You should now get some rest," she advised, her words carrying a hint of concern.

"Call her right now," Max urged, his tone a sharp command.

Diana pursed her lips, the rage bubbling within her threatening to explode. The wounds of jealousy and pain were fresh, and Max's insistence on reaching out to the maid reignited the flames of her anger.

Diana, her face stern and determined, put the first aid kit box on the table with purpose. Max remained on the bed, his posture unchanged, caught in the crossfire of their unspoken conflict.

She stood up and went to get a glass of water for him.

"Take this."

Max's laughter echoed, a bitter sound that reverberated in the room. Diana's attempt to emulate someone seemed to have triggered a nerve in Max. His anger, always simmering beneath the surface, flared up.

"Are you trying to imitate her?" Max taunted, his eyes piercing into Diana.

Diana's stern voice cut through the tension.

"I won't call her if you don't drink it."

Her words hung in the air, a challenge that further stoked Max's anger. In response, he snatched the glass from her hand and downed its contents in one defiant gulp.

The empty glass met its demise as Max vehemently tossed it to the floor. The shattering sound seemed to echo the brokenness in the room.

"Do you have the habit of breaking everything?" Diana inquired, her voice carrying an exhaustion.

Max remained silent.

Diana gave Max a sidelong glance, her eyes harboring a mischievous gleam as she slowly dipped her hands in massage oil.

"Now call her, I want to…"

Max began, but his words were abruptly cut off as he felt an unexpected pressure on his back. He narrowed his eyes in surprise and demanded, "What are you doing?"

Ignoring his protest, Diana gracefully sat on his back, adopting the same position as the maid had earlier. With determination, she pressed her thumb onto his shoulders with considerable force, as if channeling all her pent-up wrath into the massage.

"Diana!"

Max exclaimed, both surprised and intrigued by her sudden boldness.

"Shh… I can massage better than all of your maids," Diana whispered in his ear, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

Max was startled by her audacity, but to his surprise, he didn't resist. Diana, now comfortably perched on his back, expertly massaged his shoulders with a delicate touch that seemed incongruent with the assertiveness of her actions.

As time passed, Max ceased resisting Diana's impromptu massage. There was a tacit acceptance between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the complicated history they shared. After all, Max found solace in the fact that, even if briefly, he was getting something from Diana again.

In those moments of vulnerability, Max closed his eyes, allowing himself to savor the sensation of Diana's fingers sliding slowly across his back. The subtle movements of her hands brought a strange sense of comfort, a familiarity that transcended the complexities of their relationship.

After some time, Max gradually opened his eyes, only to find Diana's fingers tracing his shoulder with a delicate touch. He sized her hands.

Diana, sensing Max's scrutiny, asked in a perplexed manner, "Is everything all right?"

Max turned to face her but remained silent.

As Max turned to face Diana, she, in turn, slightly rose from him, preparing to sit down on the bed. However, Max, guided by an unspoken impulse, held her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" Diana asked, her voice laced with hesitation.

Max, still holding her waist, gazed into her eyes.

Max paid little attention to Diana's words, his rough fingers exploring her body. Diana, after having missed his touch for so long, felt a slow wave of euphoria washing over her.

"I have been missing you, Diana," Max confessed, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.

Diana, remaining silent, let her actions speak for her. Suddenly, she reciprocated by touching Max's bare, muscular chest. The massage oil on her palms transferred onto his skin, creating a slippery, intimate connection between them. Their hot breaths mingled in the charged air, creating an atmosphere thick with desire.

In response to her touch, Max, driven by a sudden surge of passion, clutched her waist and lifted her hair, gripping the back of her hair to force her gaze upon him.

Diana, understanding Max's preferences, adopted his approach. She knew he enjoyed being treated roughly, and she, too, found a certain allure in such moments.

Instead of pushing him away, Diana leaned into the closeness, embracing the intensity of the moment. Their bodies pressed against each other, each movement heightening the palpable tension between them.

"Diana!"

Max's ardent tone broke through the charged silence, a mixture of desire and urgency lacing his words.

"Hmm!"

Diana responded with closing her eyes as Max's hot breath struck her face. A gentle kiss on her neck elicited a subtle tilt of her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands moved to rest on Max's shoulders, absorbing the sensations that enveloped her.

Meanwhile, Francisco returned to the mansion, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him. He sought solace in a cup of coffee, his thoughts consumed by the complexities of his feelings.

Back in the room, Max continued his exploration of Diana's body with a fervor that transcended mere physicality. Diana, caught in the warmth of Max's embrace, felt his lips tracing delicate patterns across her skin. Max's touches, gentle and deliberate, created a dance of sensations that consumed her entire being.

In the midst of this intimate connection, Diana, while gripping Max's hair, gently bit her lower lip, savoring the mingling of pleasure and desire. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the unspoken connection between them.

The room was filled with the lingering warmth of Max's kisses, and Diana, despite her initial resistance, found herself unable to resist the allure of his charm. In the quiet aftermath of their shared intimacy, both of them were left reddened and gasping, caught in a moment suspended in time.

"Max!"

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