Beryl's POV
The hot water helped relax my tense muscles. Honestly, I didn't like Andrew's approach. He never truly considered my feelings. He was like a big boy who always needed physical comfort from me.
My clothes were too tight, and the lace made my chest spill out, accentuating my curves.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
I struggled to get up and see who had sent me a message. But Andrew took the opportunity to strip off my clothes.
Sarah had sent me a few messages. [Hey girl, guess what happened? Oh my God, you won't believe it, Jackson and I...]
The message was too long. Andrew snatched my phone away before I could finish reading.
"Now you are mine. Focus, my girl." Andrew pulled my dress over my head, revealing my underwear. I could see the delight in his eyes as he let out an ap
