"I do," Diana looked at his dumbfounded face and continued speaking calmly, "I know him enough to understand that you are blindly directing your hatred towards him."
Alex narrowed his eyes, "Here I thought we were getting along pretty well and we have the potential to be friends. And there you go, ruining my good mood," he pushed himself to his feet and walked away.
Looking at his retreating back, Diana could tell that he was probably not as bad of a person as the rumors made him out to be nor he was as unreasonable as she had labeled him during their first encounter.
He might have a solid reason to hate Maxim too but she… did not have the heart to listen to anyone badmouthing him.
Maxim was….
Diana twirled the glass in her hand, observing the whiskey closely before she downed it.
...her bottom line.
"Wine," she told the bartender.
Try something new? What a joke.
She was loyal to her first preferences.
