Chapter 188

I stirred the spaghetti into the boiling water. It was a simple recipe, much simpler than Andrew was accustomed to at the mansion, but it harkened back to the early days of us dating, and I thought that he would appreciate the gesture. I knew that he would appreciate the marinara sauce.

I had messed up. I knew that I had, in more ways than one. I still had my trepidations about Lisa marrying Bob, and I did not want anyone else to suffer because Bob had it out for me, but I should not have confronted him on my own…or told Andrew about Lisa’s bruises.

A lot of pain could have been prevented if I hadn’t.

I could not take back what I had already done, but I could try to make up for it. So, I invited Andrew over to my apartment for a homemade dinner and some time alone. No servants, no Lisa or Bob, just the two of us.

The two of us and the various guards stationed around the apartment complex, that was. It was easy to forget about them, though.

I smiled at the thought as I opened the marinara sauce. My mind drifted to the first time that I had prepared spaghetti for him, how he had helped me because of my injured arm. The heat between us, the synchronous beating of our hearts as we stirred the pasta with the steam rolling up into our faces…

I nearly missed the kitchen timer sounding as I lost myself in my memories. Turning off the burner, I poured the sauce into the pot and stirred the spaghetti.

Just as I finished plating the pasta and putting it on my dining table, there was a knock at my door. Andrew.

I rushed to the door, running my fingers through the end of my ponytail to ensure that I had no knots in my hair. Then I flicked it over my shoulder and straightened out my ruby-red dress before opening the door. I grinned broadly at the sight of Andrew with red roses in his hand.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have,” I said as I accepted the flowers. I put them to my nose and inhaled their scent deeply.

Andrew smiled coyly.

“Anything for my beautiful date.”

His eyes roved over my body. I blushed deeply when he gave me an approving nod and wink. He lifted my chin toward his face and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

I grinned as we pulled away.

“Come on. Our dinner is getting cold, and I should put these in some water.”

As I placed the roses in a vase, Andrew took a seat at the dining table.

“Spaghetti…just like the good old days,” Andrew said with a chuckle.

“I hope it’s all right. I know it’s not like the elaborate meals that we normally have when we eat at the mansion…”

Andrew threw his hand in the air, as though brushing the matter aside.

“It’s wonderful,” he said, “just like the cook.”

I rolled my eyes as I took my seat next to him.

“You’re too much,” I said with a giggle.

“You love me for it.”

I twirled some spaghetti on my fork and shoveled it in my mouth. Andrew followed suit. We sat in silence for a minute, eating our food.

Andrew nudged my leg with his foot. I glanced up at him and smiled slightly, then ran my foot up his leg. As I tried to retract my foot, he caught it with his own and pulled it back under his chair.

I giggled and scooped more spaghetti into my mouth. I tried to retract my foot again, but Andrew would not free it. I looked up at him and noticed the playful glint in his eyes.

Andrew slurped a strand of spaghetti into his mouth, flicking some sauce onto the corner of his mouth. I smirked and reached forward to wipe it off with my thumb. Slowly, I pressed my thumb to my lips and licked the sauce off the tip.

Andrew growled low in his throat and dropped his fork on his plate. He pulled me into his lap, kissing me deeply. He twined one hand in my hair, and the other cupped my ass, bringing me as close as possible.

I returned Andrew’s kiss, my tongue playfully chasing his around our mouths. I moaned as Andrew moved his lips to my neck, sucking on my jugular vein. With trembling fingers, I started to remove his suit jacket and tie.

Andrew unzipped the back of my dress and dragged the fabric down my torso. He then removed my bra, exposing my breasts to him. His hands hovered above the flesh there, causing my nipples to tingle, but he moved them to my sides and guided me off of him.

As we both stood, Andrew helped me to remove my dress completely and my underwear. Goosebumps ran across my skin as he took in my naked form, licking his lips.

He slowly stripped off his collared shirt, pants, and shoes, tossing them carelessly around my living room. My groin moistened as I watched him expose his toned abs…his pecs…his lean arm and leg muscles…

Just as I was about to throw myself at him, Andrew pounced on me, forcing me to the floor as devoured my mouth. He ran his hands over my body, kissing me everywhere he could reach.

Andrew reached up to the table and poured a plate of spaghetti on my torso. His lips tickled my belly as he slurped the pasta off my taut porcelain skin, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva as he licked up the marinara sauce. As he finished his meal, he dipped his tongue into my belly button, sending jolts of electricity straight to my groin.

“Oh, Andrew,” I begged. “Please, take me!”

Andrew grinned, a predatory glint shining in his eye. He straddled me, his hands placed on either side of my head. His member poked at me, teasing me gently.

“Is this what you want?” he asked breathily.

“Yes.”

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes! Please, I need you inside me!”

He lunged at me, his lips colliding with mine just as his member entered me. I groaned inside his mouth as he pumped inside me. As his rhythm picked up, so did my gasps and groans until my body was racked with delicious, fiery, spine-twisting spasms.

“Andrew!”

His body stiffened and spasmed. He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly to him, digging his fingers into my shoulder blades. Then, with a breath of relief, he collapsed on top of me.

“That was…amazing,” I said as I panted for air.

“It always is with you.”

I grinned like a fool.

“You sure know how to make a woman feel special.”

I wrapped my arms around Andrew and nuzzled my face in his shoulder. My eyes closed, I soaked in the serenity of the moment. It was such a rare feeling that I wished that I could just freeze time and stay like this with him forever.

Then we heard it, the buzz of Andrew’s cell phone.

We both groaned. Andrew reluctantly stood up and found his pants. He dug out his pants and rolled his eyes when he saw the caller ID.

“It’s Michael,” he said.

I nodded.

“You should probably answer it.”

His new top advisor, Michael Davis, didn’t call him frivolously.

Andrew pressed the answer icon and put the phone to his ear.

“Yes, Michael?” he asked.

His eyes widened, but he quickly got his facial expression under control when he saw me watching him.

“I see. Thank you for letting me know. Keep me posted.”

Andrew hung up the phone and turned to face me. His expression was grim.

“What is it?” I asked, sitting up.

“Edoardo Bianchi has broken out of jail.”