Chapter 18: CHRISTIANA'S POV

For the past three hours, Andy and I made love, tossing and turning on the bed, taking turns as we pleasured one another. It felt so good having him deep inside of me. I was able to moan out loud because Andrew had taken me to his own apartment in the estate so that we would have no disturbance while we reunite.

Andy thrusted deep inside of me and I held the bed sheets, enjoying both pleasure and pain. "Ahh," I moaned. The way he held onto my body and how he worshipped my body was something I loved so much about him.

From love making, we moved to another level and instead of going slow, he was moving hard and fast and I enjoyed every bit of his actions.

"You like how hard I'm going? You want me to stop?" Andy asked, still thrusting deep inside of me.

"No, no please don't," I cried out, pulling him closer to me so I could kiss his lips. After a while, we both came, and he rolled off me panting hard just like I was.

"It's been so long," he whispered. I chuckled; I couldn't agree more. I missed him so much. I moved closer so I would be lying on his body, even though I was exhausted.

He wrapped his arms around my waist but not before smacking my bare ass.

"This week, it's going to be about you and me only, so get ready for more," he whispered, caressing my cheek while boring deep into my eyes.

"Earlier, I thought we were going to break up," I whispered, my eyes tearing up already.

"Break up? That would never happen. You. Are. Mine,” he said, emphasizing on his last statement. "I can never break up with you, never!"

"Do you trust me, baby?" He asked, his eyes looking deep into mine.

I nodded but he insisted I spoke up. "I trust you a lot and that makes me scared Andrew," I whispered realizing my eyes were on the brink of tears.

"I'm scared... I'm scared that... with everything happening, you might leave me-"

"Shh... the day I leave you is the day I die. Can't you see I can't be without you baby? I love you so much that a second without talking to you kills me. I'd gladly say I am wrong a million times just to make you happy," he said to me and a smile made its way to my face.

I smiled, I moved closer and peck him lightly on his lips. "Promise you won't leave me?"

"I won't."

It's been long since I went clubbing and I'm really glad I'm going tonight. Andy said we were going to meet Adrian and some of their friends in the club.

"You look dashing," Andy wrapped his hands around me from behind, kissing me on my neck.

"You look stunning... I'm gonna tie you down and f**k your brains out if you stay in that. Change into something else."

I looked at him with a frown. "I'm not changing into any other outfits and that's final," I replied firmly. He won't tell me what to wear.

He clicked his tongue. "Do you know how hard I am seeing you dressed like this? Do you know how hard you'd make other men in the club?" He questioned raising his brows.

"I. Do. Not. Care. I am going this way and that's final. I'm not dressed for them, but for you. When have you ever complained about my outfits?" I asked him, trying to use the puppy dog charm.

"Fine... do whatever you like," he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Thank you!" I squealed even though he wasn't happy. He would love this outfit by the time I'm done with him. I smirked.

I sat close to Andy in the VIP section in one of the most renowned clubs in New York. Adrian came in with Hannah and, to my surprise, I saw Steven too. There were two boys and two girls also sitting respectively to each other. The music boomed loud as people danced to the rhythm of the song. Andy wrapped his arms around my shoulder pulling me closer.

He kissed me on my shoulder and I smiled. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Christiana, you are driving me insane." I giggled as I looked at him, intentionally biting my lips seductively.

"Enough with the PDA already, go get a room you too." One of the ladies that came with the two men told Adrian and Hannah.

"He is never satisfied," I muttered, earning a smirk from Andrew.

"How is Bumi?" I ask Steven. Bumi was Steven's German shepherd.

"He is fine, he misses you a lot,” he said to me and I cooed.

"Bumi?" Andy asked with his brows raised up. "Who is that?" He asked.

"Yes, his dog's name is Bumi," I tell him.

"Ohh," he nodded his head then he took a sip of his whiskey. "You know him?" he whispered in my ears.

"Yes... he kept me company for the past two weeks." I tell him shrugging it off.

"Ohh," he muttered.

"Come on! Let's go dance." I whined to Andy who wasn't moved.

"Let's just sit down,” he said to me and I felt something was off about his tone.

I pouted believing it'd work, but he didn't seem to care. "Please, I wanna twerk," I whispered trying to bribe him but he wasn't moved at all and so I frowned.

I huffed and walked away, going to meet Steven. "Wanna dance?" I asked him.

He looked at Andy, then at me, and he nodded his head, placing his hands on my waist and led me to the dance floor. I definitely saw a frown on Andy's face, earning an achievement grin from me.

After dancing for what seemed like an hour, we went back to the VIP lounge. My main aim was to make Andy jealous. But while I danced, he didn't look at me. Was he concerned or was his trust level that deep? I frowned and in one gulp, I drank the glass of Hennessy.

"Easy, you don't wanna get drunk, do you?" Andy said taking the glass from my hand.

"So Steven, when do I see Bumi again?" I asked him, smiling so as to piss Andy off but he just scoffed and looked away. I know I was probably acting childish, but I didn't mind it. The alcohol was starting to get to me, and I knew it, yet I refused to keep shut.

"I think it's time we go home. Goodnight," Andy says the rest of the guys, pulling me up by my waist. I didn't want to leave but my mood was already ruined. I didn't know why he was giving me an attitude and why he came to the club with me if he wasn't going to help make me feel good.

All while Andy and I drove home, he didn't utter a word. Whenever I said something, he only hummed in response making me angry.

"I want water Andy," I tell him with a baby voice that would get him to talk.

To my surprise, he stopped the car close to a supermarket. He got out of the car and walked into the supermarket. After some minutes, he came back with water and some snacks. He gave them to me without uttering a word. Was he mad at me? Or was he jealous? I smiled at the fact.

When we reached the mansion, he got out and walked away without waiting for me. It was past one in the morning.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked him as soon as we entered the room.

"What do you want me to say?" he retorted, not looking at me while taking off his shirt.

"Are you mad at me? Or..." I trailed off. "Were you jealous?" I asked him, smirking. I couldn't help but wish he was. I can't remember the last time he was jealous.

He scoffed. "I don't get jealous over irrelevant stuff." His reply hurt me. Irrelevant? He always said that. He never gets jealous. And he never reacts whenever another man touches me. Why wasn't he possessive! The alcohol was making me think foolish. Wasn't it a good thing that he doesn't get jealous? I asked within myself. But a little jealousy wouldn't hurt.

I scoffed, "Irrelevant indeed! So I am an irrelevant girlfriend, right? Always getting jealous over irrelevant things... ugh! I see, you just keep saying words that hurt me." I was beyond pissed.

"I didn't say anything like that and-" I cut him off.

"Obviously you didn't, Andrew the Great,” I said and walked out on him.