Chapter 2 Her Address

Sharon had no idea when Andrew had departed. She woke up at 2 p.m.

Given Andrew's busy schedule, she never anticipated him having the opportunity to engage in a conversation about their casual fling.

Ultimately, Andrew was attractive and skillful in bed, making it a satisfactory arrangement.

Surprisingly, their second encounter occurred much sooner than Sharon had anticipated.

The newly developed resort was renowned for its serene surroundings, situated far away from the bustling city. Consequently, Sharon was taken aback by the unexpected challenge of finding a taxi in such a remote location.

"Get in." When Peyton Alvarez halted the car in front of her, Sharon was taken aback. She hadn't expected the son of the owner of this recently developed area to recognize her.

"It's challenging to find a taxi around here. Where would you like to go?" Peyton asked casually.

"Downtown."

"It's on our way. Get in."

Given his assurance, Sharon no longer declined. Her interactions with Peyton had been brief and fleeting. Most of the time, she encountered him when she was with Bennett. However, she was aware that Peyton had a reputation for being a gentleman who treated women exceptionally well, despite his tendency to change girlfriends frequently.

Soon, Sharon felt an instant pang of remorse. She should have anticipated the outcome when Peyton casually mentioned "on our way" moments ago.

Sitting in the back seat, the man was engrossed in his computer, dressed in impeccably tailored suit pants and a slim white shirt. His tall, slender figure seemed to emit an innate air of aristocracy. It was Andrew.

With the driver having already stowed her luggage in the trunk, Sharon had no choice but to summon her courage and step into the car. As soon as she settled in, a faint woody fragrance enveloped her senses, reminiscent of the scent she had been engulfed in all night.

Silence enveloped the car, and neither Sharon nor Andrew uttered a word for some time. Sharon made an effort to minimize her presence, almost blending into the surroundings. She shifted her gaze towards the window, seeking solace in the serene environment outside.

Peyton glanced back, intending to strike up a conversation with Sharon. However, as he caught sight of the expression on Andrew's face, he swiftly averted his gaze. A flicker of intrigue crossed Peyton's features, hinting at an interesting dynamic at play.

The atmosphere inside the car was serene until the unexpected buzz of a vibrating phone disrupted the tranquility. Unconsciously, Sharon looked around to search for the phone, which was soon grabbed by Andrew.

As the phone screen came alive under the touch of those very fingers that had explored every inch of her body the night before, a wave of nostalgia and longing washed over Sharon. Lost in a sea of contemplation, her mind drifted away from the present moment.

Andrew had anticipated it was a work-related message, but it was not. Instead, it was a surprise communication from Peyton, catching him off guard.

"Last night, she called for room service, specifically asking for a box of condoms. Little did I know that Bennett would exceed expectations between the sheets."

A faint frown appeared on Andrew's face.

"Are you a pervert? That's invasion of privacy."

Peyton swiftly retorted, "I happened to pass by her room when the waiter sent in the condoms, and I overheard a man's voice that resembled yours more than Bennett's."

Andrew didn't reply.

He locked his phone directly.

"Answer me!"

"Did I hit the nail on the head?" After noticing Andrew's lack of response, Peyton sent another message.

Peyton felt a strong urge to inquire further with Andrew, but discovered that Andrew had blacklisted his number, leaving Peyton unable to reach out for any additional details.

"What the heck?"

Peyton shared the news in the group chat.

"Congratulations to Andrew on meeting a girl."

The news of Andrew's newfound relationship sent shockwaves through their circle of friends, igniting a flurry of inquiries about the identity of the girl. Some expressed genuine surprise, questioning if it was merely a playful prank or a genuine development in Andrew's love life.

After all, they had never seen Andrew in a relationship with anyone before.

As Peyton glanced at Sharon through the rearview mirror, memories of the first time Bennett introduced her to their group flooded back. Sharon had left a lasting impression on everyone present, not solely due to her physical beauty, but primarily because of the irresistible aura she emanated. Even in the most formal attire, Sharon exuded a captivating charm that had entranced the entire crowd.

Her mesmerizing allure naturally ignited a desire to conquer within every man, particularly accentuated by her feline-like eyes that exuded an air of aloofness and distance.

Peyton was sure that Bennett couldn't keep this woman, but Andrew's current relationship with her still took him by surprise.

Seated in the back seat, Sharon felt slightly overwhelmed, because she sensed Andrew's gaze upon her.

Andrew's unwavering gaze lingered on Sharon, each passing second stretching out as if time itself had slowed down.

Sharon couldn't shake off the sensation of being observed, akin to the presence of a panther in the jungle patiently biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and claim its prey.

Summoning her courage, Sharon finally turned her head to confront Andrew about his intense gaze, only to discover that he had closed his eyes and was peacefully resting in the back seat.

A sense of relief washed over Sharon, and she released a sigh. Perhaps she had been overthinking the situation, she thought to herself, finding solace in the possibility that her imagination had run wild.

As they disembarked from the car, each of them would continue on their own separate paths, leaving behind any potential entanglements. This outcome, she believed, marked the best possible ending for their shared journey.

In addition, a man like Andrew would never find himself short of opportunities for one-night stands.

Peyton disembarked from the car midway, and Sharon disregarded any playful gazes from him. Determined to distance herself from Andrew, she intended to request the driver to stop at the next intersection so that she could make her way back home via the subway. The prospect of spending any more time with Andrew had become unbearable for her.

"Your address?" Andrew's voice was cold as he spoke.

"It's fine. I'll just get off here," Sharon responded, indicating her intention to exit the vehicle at the current location.

Andrew's eyebrows raised slightly as he glanced over at Sharon. As a result, she was unable to express her thoughts.

"Powine Eden." It was the name of the residential area where her apartment was.

The partition shield between the front seats and the back seats rose slowly, and Sharon's gaze suddenly shifted towards Andrew. The man, visibly restless, tugged at his collar and posed a direct question. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Confusion clouded Sharon's mind as she tried to comprehend Andrew's intentions. He couldn't possibly want her to write a report about what happened last night, could he?

Upon hearing Sharon's response, Andrew let out a light chuckle. The sound, combined with his typically impassive expression, created an air of surrealism, as if everything was veiled in an aura of unreality.

"Last night, you were quite daring, weren't you?"