Novel & Cerita Andrew Scott Audiobook

I splashed some of it on my face trying to relieve myself. I turned it off and sighed, i will never attend parties ever again. I heard the door open and I turned to the entrance. I froze seeing Andrew. He closed the door locking it, what the hell is he doing? "What .. What are .. you doing?". I stuttered nervously. He leaned on it. "Finally, some alone time with you". . . TBCYes

Bending down, I began to pull out the bottles one by one and pushed them towards Audrey, who gave me a smile as thanks. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Andrew, who had managed to sneak up to the counter without being detected. Usually, with my lycan senses, I could have heard or smelt him, but with all the noise from the music and the scent of so many people lingering, my senses were basically blind. "Hey, good looking." Andrew beamed, leaning in closer. "Working hard or hardly working?" "Which do you think?" I asked, smirking. As Andrew considered, I refilled a few patrons' drinks before making my way back to where he sat.

Two uniforms followed: Stacey—with the steady eyes— and Tom, tight as a drawn line. “Look what the tide dragged in,” Andrew said. “Mitchell. Couldn’t resist my crime scene?” “I was leaving,” Gabe said, voice flat. “Not before we have a chat.” Andrew’s gaze flicked over Gabe—wet hems, salt on the jacket, the Bible under his arm. “You reek. Sea and whiskey. Classic.” Stacey’s glance cut quick, concerned, to the book. Tom stayed stone. “What’s that?” Andrew jerked his chin.

Andrew said, pulling me back into his arms despite my resistance. "I promise you, I'm not mad at you. I just want to sleep at the edge. I know your concern is from a place of love. Thank you sir," I tried to clear the air with a tight smile. "Gracious goodness, what should I do with you? Thank goodness, you are not an enemy because I'm not quite confident that I will overpower you. That pub had better be a male because I can't deal with another version of her mom," Andrew sulked, I tried so hard not to laugh at his last word.

“How work you think I would put my son in the place of this man that I don’t know but why would you make that kind of ridiculous offer?” “Because I am the one who has two of the things you want while you only have one thing I want. I could give you time to think about it.” I had mind-linked Andrew to record this so he could send it to Scott. He deserves to know what kind of man his father was and if he thinks he was worth the stress of redemption. He would be directed to decide because they couldn’t fight us right now. They were outnumbered and he would not want to feel defeated but either way, he was.

I needed my independence. Someone knocked on my door when I awoke. I stood up and tried to remember when I had fallen asleep, but the knocking continued. "Who is it?" I inquired. "Kitten, could you please let me in?" Andrew begged. "Are you going to threaten me again?" I inquired. "No." "Fine," I said as I opened the door. ************** Andrew's POV

Her urge to comfort to me immediately makes me feel better, "The good stuff." "Andrew is super smart," I start, unable to stop my sad smile as I think about him, "He knows everything about everything, he loves to read things just to learn, but his favorite hobby is reading romance books, human nonsense. When we ran away from Reynard we couldn't take luggage with us, but Andrew brought his favorite book and all the time he made his wolf carry it on his muzzle. He had it all the time... he only lost it when we were arrested."

I notice Andrew has been quiet the entire time, lost in thought as he sits on the corner of the bed. “You can leave now. It's getting late, and I'd like to lock the doors,” I say without looking at him, intending to sound rude so he doesn't argue with me. He kisses Scarlet's forehead, but what grossed me out was the look he gave me as if he was planning on kissing me. It made me feel sick to my stomach. “Alright. Goodnight, cupcake,” he says in his sultry voice as he approaches me, making me want to puke. Andrew is being especially difficult tonight because he has alcohol in his system. I sigh in relief as the front door closes and exit Scar's room.

But before I can say anything, Scott speaks first. “Hi, Andrew. It is Andrew isn’t it?”

(3:45am) Andrew sat with his friends, wallowing in his own thoughts. He checked his watch for the nth time that night. He came here to have a little relaxation, but it seemed coming here made things far worse. He swallowed the remaining contents of his cup again. "Hey Drew," Andrew raised his glass up slightly, signaling that he was listening. "You seem distraught, something wrong?" Scott asked. The girl on his lap played with the Hem of his jacket.