How dare Gabriel send him slutty girls who couldn't keep their hands to themselves?
The bastard was busy running a club yet still competing with him on being CEO.
He would surely get back at him.
This night passed without Andrew getting a wink of sleep as usual.
The next day was a Friday, Andrew knew she would be here.
Apart from his sleep, he wanted to hear it from her.
He'd found out from Gavin's investigation that her signing his contract was to pay for her brother's surgery, but he wanted to hear it from her. Perhaps he couldn't accept that he'd wronged her that deeply with his ignorance of her plight.
When he'd truly heard it from her, it had settled within him like a heavy weight.
In the past, he'd seen every woman as if they were exactly like Andrea Walters. When was the last time he'd thought of that woman as his mother?
As he'd grown up, every woman he'd come across seemed to be just like Andrea.
