Andrea's POV
I sat in the corridor, sipping a glass of juice, when the door opened, revealing Aubrie; my key to multiple doors.
My lips twitched with a sly smile as he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a kiss. His tongue ransacked every part of my mouth.
I must admit, he's a good kisser, even more than Anderson.
It's such a pity the kind of plans I have for him, the kind of fate that awaits him in hell.
“How are you doing, my queen?” He asked when he pulled from the kiss and sat across my front.
“Doing well, as you can see,” I chuckled, sipping the juice again.
The sound of my phone ringing interrupted the moment, my gaze landed on the phone and a smile spread across my lips as I saw the caller - Davis.
Let's hope this is good news.
“Hey, Davis. How are you doing?”
