(Gif: ignore him walking away. Enjoy xx)
"REMIND ME AGAIN why I'm doing this," Marco says, tapping his computer mouse lightly.
If I said it again, I feared I would back out of it.
The night of my engagement party took quite a turn. Nothing I didn't expect, it's like Violetta brought trouble with her. Like a trail. Of course, she and her parents having an argument about some guy that I was yet to learn about did make me a little confused.
Lucas Alessandro Castillo.
I think. Or was it Luca?
Yep, it was Luca. The Castillo makes it obvious—Violetta's –practically long lost– gay brother. And the Castillo's were homophobes and shipped him away because of his sexuality.
And because I have a heart –albeit deep down– I asked Marco, who happens to be an expert with anything regarding technology, to track him down, give me a phone number and then I will fly over and bring him here.
Or I'll send somebody. My departure would be suspicious, and my father would never let me go on a personal trip and leave my fiance alone. And I wanted it to be a surprise. A peace offering, if you will.
"Because I want to be a nice person Marco," I reply sharply. He doesn't flinch.
"Really? Diggy wants to be a nice person? Did you smoke something?" Marco asks, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"Fucking hilarious. Now can you find him," I say dryly, he scoffs feigning offense.
"Do you doubt me, babe?" Marco asks.
"Didn't I tell you to stop with babe," I whine, and he laughs grinning, his hair covering his eyes. He blows it out of his face.
Marco spins in his chair and starts tapping away on his keyboard. I leaned against his chair not even bothering to look at what he was typing. I never understood anything anyway. He would use a mixture of numbers and letters and prefixes that made no sense. It wasn't the first time I had asked him to do something like this for me before. Of course, before the reasons were selfish.
Not that this isn't selfish. I would never do something for somebody who wasn't Marco or Camila. I'm doing this so that I can hold this over Violetta. Indirectly selfish.
"Found him," Marco whistles. It had only been two minutes.
"Bullshit," I shake my head, "unless you've gotten better."
"The latter obviously," He says, and presses print. I clap for him and he laughs.
I study the papers. Rio de Janeiro. I imagined he was only there to pick up some hot guys. It must literally be any young adult's paradise.
"Do I call your pilot Ferdinand or Greg?"
"Both."
When I got the private jet I took lessons because I couldn't wait to fly all over the world, get some girls, and who knows maybe even try things in the jet—but my father is a jerk and said that I needed a pilot. My plans were pretty much ruined, even though Ferdinand assured me the jet was still mine, and free to use for whatever disgusting purposes I intended.
Greg was not quite a butler, but he was supposed to help me whenever I needed something. Courtesy of my father, of course. Although I did try and reduce calling Greg as much as I could. He was a close person to me, who would come to help me no matter what was going on in his life.
And I didn't quite have enough time to fly to Rio.
"Give me his number," I tell Marco and he rolls his eyes.
"Ah yes, I forget that my best friend couldn't read," He drawls.
I dial the number and press it to my ear. Luca picks up after the second ring.
"Hello," He says groggily. He sounded as if he had just woken up.
"Hello. I am Diego Hernandez—" Luca chokes a little.
"The real Diego Hernandez?" Luca asks.
"Yes. Now can I continue?" I ask annoyed. It was a trait from my father, I hated when people cut me off. I hear him squeak.
Maybe I'm not making the best first impression. It is hardly my fault he interrupted me.
"I am Diego, which we already covered. I am getting married to your sister Violetta, you can research it if you desire, and I would like to invite you to our humble home. Violetta misses you, and I thought I should meet my future brother-in-law. What do you say?" I say in a rush.
"I-I would love to! I miss Violetta so much! Th-thank you so much," Luca stammers.
"Somebody will arrive at your doorstep in some amount of hours. His name will be Greg, and he will repeat your name, your sister's name, his name and my name, so that you know it's him," I explain.
"Okay, thank you again." He sounded hesitant. I may have been speaking with too much authority, this was not a business deal.
"My pleasure," I say, dragging the end.
I cut the call, and look at Marco who still staring at with a smirk.
"I'm doing this for indirectly selfish reasons, okay!"
Definitely longer than I expected! Oh well, I hope you liked it! Marco's hacking skills, does play a role again in the story. This chapter was basically to show the friendship between Marco and Diego! The next will be them plus Camila which is definitely one of my favourites.
Thanks for reading 🙈 sorry for any errors 💚
~Lexy 😈