HE LOVES ME...WINK

ERICA

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the master suite, but Andrew didn't let me leave the bed right away. He played with my body just as he wanted, his broad hands, his warm lips, exploring every inch of me. My breast and my clitoris were his to play with, and I enjoyed every single bit of the time with him. Every touch sent electricity shooting straight to my core.

Then, while his thumb gently wiped a stray strand of hair from my cheek, he looked straight into my eyes.

"Erica," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I'm sorry for yelling at you last night about that glass. I was tense, but I shouldn't have raised my voice."

My heart melted. Lord Andrew, the feared twenty-eight-year-old mafia lord, was apologizing to me. If this is not love, then tell me what it is.

Later that afternoon, his sleek black sports car pulled up right in front of my small, worn-down house. As I stepped out of the passenger side, I froze. Jessica and Annabel were standing right by my front gate, watching us with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Annabel crossed her arms, her face contorted in anger. "Next time, buy her clothes, Lord Andrew," she called out, her voice dripping with venom. "Because that dress she's wearing is just one of my old discarded clothes."

They were both furious that I, the poor girl they used as an errand runner, had ended up getting Andrew's attention.

Andrew didn't even blink. He leaned out of the driver's window, his dark eyes cool and dismissive as he looked at Annabel, then turned his gaze back to me.

"Erica," he said smoothly. "Give me your bank account details."

I gave him my numbers, completely confused. Within seconds, my phone buzzed in my hand with a notification. I glanced down and almost dropped the phone. Millions of dollars had just been deposited into my account.

"Get new clothes for tonight's date with Lord Andrew," he said with a subtle, confident smirk. Then, he stepped on the gas and drove off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

I stood at the gate, clutching my phone. I would have loved to discuss the mind-blowing sex with my friends, to discuss the size of his huge long dick, to gush about how gentle and passionate he had been, but they were glaring at me with pure jealousy and anger because I had been chosen instead of them. I swallowed hard, kept my head up, and walked right past them without saying a word to go meet my mother.

Inside, the house was quiet. I couldn't discuss such intimate details with my mum either, so I hurried straight to my bedroom. I closed the door and jumped onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow with a huge smile. Thinking about losing my virginity to him made me feel so special. All of last night's fun played over and over again in my head—the feeling of his broad shoulders, his heavy breathing, his words of love. I knew right then that I wanted Andrew more than anything.

"Do you love him?" a gentle voice asked from the doorway.

I looked up. Mum was standing there, watching me with a soft, worried expression.

I nodded my head happily.

Mum walked in, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and sighed. "Erica, just be careful. Men from that high class break low-class women's hearts very easily. They treat us like temporary toys."

"But Dad didn't break your heart," I countered softly, sitting up.

"Mark was different," she said, a small, sad smile touching her lips.

"Andrew is also different, just like Dad," I replied stubbornly.

My father had been a powerful lord himself, very wealthy in the underworld, but he was killed years ago by his own mafia gang during an internal war. Mum could have fought for his estate and his position, but she was terrified of the blood and the endless risk involved for a widowed mother with a baby, so she walked away and left all the money and power for the syndicate. That was why we lived like this.

That evening, Andrew came back to pick me up. He took me out to the most breathtaking, exclusive places in town—rooftop restaurants overlooking the city, private lounges where everyone bowed to him. And when we returned to his estate, we had another round of incredible sex multiple times. My legs were wide apart all through the night as he kept making love to me like his life depended on it, worshiping my body until dawn broke.

Two months passed in a blur of luxury and romance. The love felt even deeper with every passing week, and I felt like the absolute best thing that had ever happened to Lord Andrew. He bought me whatever I wanted, held me through the nights, and showered me with affection.

Then, I started feeling sick in the mornings. My stomach turned at the smell of food, and exhaustion weighed heavy on my bones. Mum always panics whenever I fall sick, so she insisted on taking me to the clinic right away.

After a few blood tests, the doctor walked into the examination room with a warm smile. I was confirmed a few weeks pregnant.

My hands trembled, panic rising in my chest, but Mum wrapped her arms around me and calmed me down. "Erica, look at me," she whispered softly. "Andrew is the guy. I've seen the way he looks at you—I saw the genuine love in his eyes that night at the gate. He's the right one. Having a baby for him will only make your love even stronger."

Her words gave me courage. I went straight to his private estate to share the maybe-good news with him, my heart fluttering with nervous excitement. I didn't even knock on his master bedroom door—I wanted to surprise him.

I turned the brass handle and opened the door softly.

My world stopped.

Right there on the massive king-sized bed, Annabel and Jessica were naked, tangled together in a raunchy, explicit threesome with Andrew.

The air rushed right out of my lungs. My body went completely numb, my hands frozen on the doorway. I couldn't move.