— Andrew’s POV......
The city was still glowing from the gala, but my veins burned with something uglier than champagne.
I drove to the address Sabrina had texted to me, she was sitting on a chair sipping some juice when I walked up to her.
“What the f**k Sabrina ___why would you do that to her?“ I snapped
Sabrina only rolled her eyes
“She's just an assistant, why has she gotten you all worked up”
I stepped menacingly towards her
“Don't ever lay your hands on her" I warned
“Andrew we're getting married soon, you need to stop all this frolicking and propose so I can post it online”
“I am not proposing”
Her eyes flashed with anger
You should be grateful, Andrew. Marrying me keeps your family name clean. I can always tell your father you’ve been… difficult.”
She let out he
