“Why? Has he left?”
When he went upstairs, Sarah immediately ran over and asked as Andrew walked over.
His footsteps were normal and nothing out of the ordinary and entered the room.
“Hey, I asked you, speak up!”
Sarah looked at him curiously. It was only for a moment that she left them alone together and his expression took such a huge change.
Andrew remained quiet and loosened his necktie and let it hang loosely around his neck. His collar was opened to reveal his chest enough to see his muscles.
He didn’t reply her and lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking about.
Seeing his sunken demeanor, Sarah was increasingly anxious.
She opened her arms and shook them in front of him, “Don’t be like that, has Bruce left?”
At this moment, Andrew seemed to only realize that she was in front of him, grabbed her face and said, “You want to know?”
“Yes yes.” She struggled to nod.
“If you want to know, go and see for yourself.” He said.
Sara was slightly dazed and stood there for several seconds. She wanted to step away but was suddenly pulled into his arms. What followed was a series of different types of kissing. It was anxious, rushed, and forceful, not allowing her a chance to slow down.
“Andrew...”
She was struggling as she was pinned to the wall. Her back started to hurt and her shoulder blades were pressed against the wall, not allowing her to exert any strength.
Sarah was puzzled why was he treating her like that. Wasn’t he moody and silent when he came in?
Her lips began to swell in pain under his violent kissing, both lips, and teeth.
He suddenly released her after ten plus seconds. He continued to hold onto her waist and started to pant and was flustered and clearly troubled.
Their bodies were still touching and she could feel his heartbeat. It was rapid… beyond her imagination.
“You, what’s the matter with you?”
“You felt it?”
She naturally knew what he meant.
“Of… of course, I felt it.”
Sarah said calmly with a look of shyness.
Suddenly, he looked like he was venting his temper, he buried his head into her neck. Her collar bones were in front of his eyes and her scent was emitted from her body and the fragrance was alluring.
From her collar, he could easily see her chest. Pregnant women seldom wear their bras. The angle was just nice… his tongue continued to sweep from her neck downwards.
“Ooh…”
Sarah was getting aroused by his actions.
“He has left, no need to see.”
He suddenly said.
He fondly nibbled at her neck and the force within him kept pushing him.
His handsome face is buried in her chest and the position was awkward but Sarah continued to pretend her calmness. She must act as if nothing is happening although her heart was also getting nervous.
“Since he had left, then you… why were you like that just now?”
He refused to let her go and continued to grab and bite. She thought that something had happened.
“Sarah, you still don’t know me.”
Or rather, she had never tried to understand him.
“What?”
He released her and his thin lips left a sliver ripple on her neck.
The crimson red face was not due to blushing but the reason was easy to imagine.
He was dashing and handsome. His tongue was on her cheek and at this moment, with his necktie loose, his desires were raging, “Are you a fool or are you stupid? You are my woman, Sarah, my woman!”
He emphasized twice and his eyebrows were wrinkled with disdain.
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