Seeking Attorney Allison's Help

That night, Andrea, whose eyelids were so heavy, knew when the bed sinked under someone's weight and a cold hand snaked around her body.

However, when she smelled him, she relaxed and went back to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she tried to get out of bed, but discovered she couldn't.

"It's still very early." Someone breathed down her neck. Her insides clenched and she tried harder to get out of bed, but the man refused to relent.

In the end, she gave up and remained in his arms. Now she realized why she detested this man before. He had a habit of finding his way into her room after a night of being away...doing mafia things.

"You didn't even ask where I was last night. I'm I that irrelevant to you?" He asked, propping up his head with one hand while the other still held her tightly.

Andrea resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Davis told me you had something to take care of. Given your position, it's likely you always have something to do. I shouldn't be too surprised.