Chapter 3 Moan

After a brief pause, Sharon lifted her gaze and remarked, "If my recollection serves me right, our intimate encounter was a result of mutual agreement. I hope you're not implying that I should shoulder any responsibilities, Mr. Blakely."

Both Sharon and Bennett were unfaithful to each other, but Sharon displayed her astuteness by selecting Andrew, who Bennett couldn't afford to mess with. However, the one thing she hadn't anticipated was Andrew reappearing unexpectedly before her.

As the car smoothly cruised along the road, Andrew remained silent, leaving Sharon to wonder if he would respond at all. Just as she began to assume he wouldn't answer, he uttered something that caught her completely off guard.

"Do you mind if we turn this into something long-term?"

Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief. She never anticipated that Andrew, the person surrounded by rumors, would make such a request. However, she remained resolute in her decision not to entangle herself with Bennett's circle of friends. Without any hesitation, she firmly replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't pursue a long-term commitment with you."

Simultaneously, Sharon's phone vibrated, signaling a message from yet another unfamiliar number. Apparently, Bennett decided to not call her and instead send her a text message.

"You're avoiding my calls, aren't you? Well, I'm waiting for you outside Powine Eden. If you dare, come back. I have numerous ways to handle you. Do you really believe that just because you got involved with Andrew, he will take you seriously? He has a multitude of women at his disposal, and you are insignificant."

What a psychopath!

Sharon composed herself and took a deep breath. As Andrew glanced away, she mustered the courage to place her hand on his thigh. "You know what? I might reconsider your offer. Would you be interested in coming to my place?"

Since sending that message containing her room number, Sharon felt like things had taken a chaotic turn, spiraling out of control.

As Sharon and Andrew stood inside the elevator, their silhouettes were mirrored on its reflective surface. The space between them was occupied only by a small suitcase, and an unusual tension filled the air.

The sensation of being hunted like prey resurfaced within Sharon, intensifying her unease.

However, considering the thought that Bennett might jump out from a corner at any time, she preferred to take Andrew home with her.

The elevator came to a sudden halt with a resounding "Ding" before a group of men entered, filling the once-empty space.

Sharon instinctively took a step back, but Andrew's large hand firmly encircled her waist, preventing her from retreating further. As she stiffened, his familiar scent enveloped her, causing a mix of emotions to surge within her. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, it felt as if his hand was inching towards the zipper on her side.

Sharon couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity, even questioning if she was hallucinating. From the mirror-like wall, she could see the man appeared nonchalant and exuded an air of nobility, dressed in a respectable manner that would give no indication of his current actions.

"Hey, Sharon, aren't you going to work today?" A neighbor greeted her and cast a curious glance towards Andrew. "Is this your boyfriend? He's quite good-looking."

Sharon found it challenging to maintain a smile, her efforts hindered by Andrew's hand steadily inching its way upward.

"Just a friend," Sharon replied with a forced smile, hoping to downplay any romantic implications between her and Andrew.

The neighbor smiled knowingly and then winked at her. "I get it. I get it."

Sharon was left speechless by the neighbor's remark.

Thankfully, the elevator reached Sharon's floor, bringing her some relief from the awkward encounter. She leaned closer to Andrew and whispered, "This is our stop."

"Hmm." Andrew acknowledged in a low voice and promptly picked up Sharon's suitcase. With a protective gesture, he guided her through the elevator's open doors, ensuring they navigated the people in the elevator.

There were two residences on each floor. Andrew glanced at the door number.

As soon as Sharon opened the door and stepped inside, Andrew swiftly pressed her against the wall. The sensor lights flickered on, illuminating the room, while the door closed behind them. She could feel his hot breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Just a friend?"

Andrew's voice carried a mix of amusement and mischief as his hand skillfully reached the zipper. "Can your friend do this to you?"

The soft, lightweight fabric cascaded down, pooling at Sharon's ankles, exposing her bare form. Andrew's hand gently traced the curves of her knees, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her body. With a firm yet tender grip, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Her long hair cascaded around them, creating an intimate veil as their eyes locked in a mesmerizing gaze.

"Why did you have a sudden change of heart?" Andrew inquired directly, his gaze penetrating into Sharon's eyes.

Sharon hesitated, unable to voice her true reasons. Removing one problem could potentially lead to an even more significant and complex situation, and she wasn't prepared to take that risk.

Sharon's fingers traced the contours of Andrew's shoulder involuntarily, her clear gaze fixed upon him. With her captivating face, she possessed an irresistible allure that could be considered lethal. Andrew couldn't help but wonder if any man could resist such temptation. The self-control he had meticulously upheld for 27 years seemed to crumble in her presence.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

Andrew smirked, swiftly flipping Sharon over and supporting her with a single hand. His other hand began to explore her body in a tantalizing manner, catching her off guard as she never expected him to initiate such actions in this particular setting.

"You... You didn't use a..." Sharon's voice trailed off softly. This man must have forgot to use a condom in this moment.

"Take it out," Andrew instructed, handing her his wallet. Sharon swiftly grabbed it, hastily opened it, and managed to find a condom.

Humph, men! No matter how respectable they appeared, they were all the same underneath.

Andrew discerned Sharon's thoughts from the expression on her face, but he felt no need to provide her with an explanation. He had come prepared, and there was nothing inherently wrong with acknowledging that fact.

Lost in the depths of her desire, Sharon had let her guard down completely.

At that very moment, the phone resting on the cabinet near the entrance of the apartment began to ring. Neither Sharon nor Andrew had any inclination to answer it, yet the persistent caller refused to relent. Sharon furrowed her brow, already aware of the identity of the person on the other end of the line.

Oddly enough, Bennett hadn't intercepted Sharon at the entrance of the residential area, but he now began bombarding her with a series of relentless phone calls.

"Wait a minute..." she said.

It was ridiculous! No one would halt at a time like this. Andrew, disregarding her words, continued without pause.

As Sharon appeared somewhat uncooperative, Andrew let out a deep sigh of impatience. He reached out his arm and, with a touch of annoyance, answered the phone.

The caller, taken aback by the phone being answered, fell into a momentary silence. Then, all traces of his prior gentlemanly demeanor vanished as he erupted into a wild barrage of curses, unleashing his anger without restraint.

"You actually had the audacity to answer the phone? How dare you bring Andrew Blakely up to your place?" The caller's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "What on earth are you doing up there? It's been quite some time! Sharon, let me make this clear, without my support, you won't stand a chance of getting promoted in this company. Be wise and demand that Andrew leave immediately!"

There was no need to activate the speakerphone. In the already hushed atmosphere, Bennett's voice reverberated with malice and a distinct sense of warning.

Sharon's anger surged, causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath. She despised the fact that this despicable person had the capability to jeopardize her job at the company, thanks to his influential and affluent father.

Andrew playfully squeezed Sharon's cheek, his gaze fixated on her with a peculiar smile. His lips curled slightly, hinting at an enigmatic amusement. As Sharon met his gaze, she realized that he had read her mind.

"Relax," Andrew cautioned abruptly.

Blushing crimson, Sharon felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She didn't know where to direct her gaze, overwhelmed by the shame of being exposed in her vulnerable state while Andrew remained fully dressed.

"Let him hear you moan," Andrew suggested, parting his lips slightly. Sharon had been biting her lip tightly, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her throat.

Noticing Sharon's continued silence, Andrew applied a gentle pressure, urging her to make a sound. Eventually, she was unable to resist any longer, and a soft moan escaped her lips. The alluring sound traveled through the phone, further infuriating Bennett.

"Damn it! Sharon, come down here immediately!"

Sharon cursed silently in her heart, believing that if Bennett had any courage, he should have confronted her face-to-face instead of resorting to hurling curses over the phone.

Bennett was well aware that he couldn't afford to provoke Andrew.

Sharon, recognizing Andrew's mounting frustration, became aware that his movements had become more forceful and rapid. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, planting a proactive kiss on the corner of his lips. With a gentle tone, she whispered, "Can you help me?"

There was a gleam in Andrew's eyes, and he swiftly removed his glasses, revealing a newfound intensity. "You made a wise decision."

His actions confirmed that he was willing to assist her, as evidenced by his visit to her room the previous night.

He put the phone to his ear and asked, "What's up?"

When Bennett heard Andrew's cold and unwavering voice, his fear instantly gripped him, causing him to hastily end the call.

What a coward!

A flicker of disdain crossed Sharon's eyes. Considering that Bennett had been the one to cheat on her first, she felt no shame in seeking revenge and reciprocating his actions.

However, Sharon had not anticipated what was about to happen next. Andrew made passionate love to her throughout the apartment, leaving her utterly drained of strength by the end.

Andrew reclined against the headboard, his hand gently caressing Sharon's back intermittently. Frankly speaking, he possessed remarkable prowess in the bedroom.

"How does it feel, using me?" Andrew inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Sharon remained silent, primarily due to her exhaustion. Her weariness had consumed her thoughts, leaving her unable to discern whether Andrew was genuinely upset with her or not.

But she did fulfill his desires, didn't she? It wasn't like it was a one-sided deal.

"I'll give you a week to think it over," Andrew stated calmly. "I hope to receive a satisfactory answer by then."