Chapter 21 — CHRISTIANA'S POV

"What was that about?" Andy asked again. I turned around, batting my lashes and giving him the puppy dog eyes.

"I just wanted to have fun, is that wrong?" I asked pouting, slowly moving closer to him. I hold the hem of his shirt, forgetting with it.

He smirked. "Really? Fun?" He questioned pulling me dangerously close to him.

He bent down to my ear level and whispered seductively. "You are becoming vaguer with words, aren't you?" he asked me, looking deep into my eyes and I smirked.

"Am I not your little baddie and besides I do not think it's bad if I want to fuck my boyfriend," I batted my eyelashes seductively.

"Geez! You are blunt as hell baby. Yes, you are my little baddie, but you are surprising me lately. You want me to fuck you?" He asked with a questioning brow.

"Let's get started. I promise to fuck you so hard; you won't be able to walk again." That sent shivers down my spine. I felt my core getting wet already.

"But ... " he trailed off. "That will be when we get home." He smirked, staring deep into my eyes and I scoffed.

"Why!" I complained. I was expecting him to get down to business and now he is staying at home.

"I really want to fuck you my dear, but the problem is I have so much to attend to," he explained, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I shrugged but he pulled me back to him once I got away from him.

"You really want mini me?" He asked and I nodded my head while giving him my cute puppy dog eyes.

He claimed my lips, his hands rested on my waist as he kissed me. My hand moved to his shoulder and I rested them there. He began to pull me to his desk, just as he placed me there, he stopped. He dialed a number on his landline and his voice sent shivers down my spine. "Do not let anyone in my office till I tell you to."

After relaying his message to his secretary, he smirked and licked his lips. "Let's get to business." He stood in-between my legs as he kissed me hard, his hands rubbing my exposed thigh. I intentionally wore a short dress so that it would be easy for him.

"I see you came prepared," he said kissing and biting the skin on my neck. I moaned as I played with his hair. "I would love to take my time with your body, but it's a quickie we need," he said.

I helped him quickly unbuckle his belt, unzipped his zip and held his member in my head. It was really big in my hand and I felt hot instantly.

"They seem to grow bigger every time I meet them," I said to him and he chuckled.

He pulled down my panties and kept them in his pocket. He adjusted and moved closer to me before putting himself inside of me sending me to a world full of pleasure.

I woke up with a headache. It was throbbing and I felt cold even though it wasn't cold yet. Sweat beads gathered on my forehead. I tried getting up but my body ached too. I was tired.

The door suddenly opened, and Andy came in with two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Good morning, sunshine," he kissed me on my cheek before passing me a cup of the coffee. I smiled back at him and collected the cup.

"Good morning, I have a headache and my body hurts too," I tell him, placing my palm on my forehead.

He put his palm on my forehead and neck. "You are burning up, let me call a doctor."

He took his phone from the nightstand, dialing a number immediately, panicking.

After telling the doctor to come to his house, he placed his phone back down, took a seat beside me, and wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't get sick, it makes me sad." He whispered. His words made me remember what had happened back in Switzerland.

It was a rainy day, the last time I heard from Andrew was two days ago. I had tried getting a hold of him but couldn't. I asked John if Andrew told him anything and he said nothing. I began to worry. He wouldn't have gone far and not let me know.

My ringtone brought me out of my reverie, making me flinch at first. I walked to my bed to pick it up. The caller ID was John. I answered.

"Andrew has been sick and at home all alone because he doesn't want you to catch the flu too, can you believe his nonsense?!" John angrily reported.

He was sick at home this entire time? Why didn't that occur to me? What if he had died while trying to hide it from me?! I was beyond mad.

"Where are you?" I asked him.

"At his house. You can stop by tomorrow, so don't even think of leaving the house. This weather is awful!" He warned, his voice deeper and thicker than normal.

As soon as I ended the call, I hissed as I walked to my closet, pulling out my coat. There was no way I wasn't going to see him tonight. I've been going crazy for the past two days from not hearing from him.

The weather was horrible. The clouds cried out and the thunder quaked. The wind was chilly, and it was damn late. It was past 12 am.

I entered my father's truck, not caring about the storm as my only priority was to see Andrew. After a while of struggling and slow driving, I reached his place. I knocked on the door three times before it opened. John was shocked then unreadable.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, definitely mad at my defiance.

"Wait till Andrew finds out you left home at this time and in this weather.

I pushed him out of the way, pulling off my coat and dropping it on the couch in the living room. Hurriedly making my way to Andrew's room.

Andrew stayed alone in a two-bedroom flat. I wondered how he got the money to stay in one of the most expensive flats in Zurich City, though.

I got to his white room with tiled floors. He also had a window and a balcony too and a medium-sized bed. He decorated it with expensive things in his room, leaving me more curious about his life.

As soon as I saw him, I rushed to hug him. He was startled, shirtless, and his body was hot too.

"How can you be so stupid to keep such from me," I cried out. Stupid me and my stupid tears. I wiped them away with the back of my palm, staring at him.

He was angry! "Did you leave home by this time and in this weather?"

"Ye-yes," I stuttered.

For a moment there was silence and that made me panic.

He suddenly hugged me tight leaving me confused. "Thank God you are safe, what if you had gotten into an accident? You are very stupid sometimes, you know that, Christiana?" He chuckled lightly.

"I know, I tend to be irrational when it involves Andrew the Great. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, the tears rolling down my cheek.

He wiped them away. "Don't cry baby, I just didn't want you to get sick too." He told me; his voice was low with concern.

"And what if you had died? I would obviously die too, Romeo," I whispered back.

He chuckled lightly, "Then we will get married in heaven, Juliet."

I hug him, "I love you, Andrew, don't ever hide your sickness from me. Ever!"