Romans & histoires Ask For Andrea

“I only came here to ask something about your girlfriend.” Lance figured it out that Andrea came here to ask about his FAKE GIRLFRIEND. “Can you let me see her?” Andrea asked. He gasped! ‘She wasn’t asking for her name, age or job, but she wanted to see her?!’ Lance shouted inwardly. He stuttered, “S-Suddenly? I m-mean, you said that you are fine as long as I date. Do you really need to interrogate her?” “What do you mean by interrogate? Do I look like some sort of military enforcer? I just want to see her so that I can feel at ease.”

LAYTON Holding the NDA out to her, she took it and her eyes dropped immediately to the signature line. Which was blank. “I didn’t sign it. I told him to tell Banks where he could shove his insane requests.” Marissa blinked, a huge smile spreading on her face. “Annie’s sleeping, but would you like to come inside?”

Her father only called her to ask her for money or to pick up more beer on the way home. Andrea came around the corner talking to one of the other cleaners, so she cancelled the call and made sure she still looked tidy. Sweat dripped down her back again, even though she’d just washed before she had changed back into her clothes. The one thing she was thankful for her mother for was that her skin tanned rather than burned like many redheads; otherwise, Andrea would wrinkle her nose at her again. “What do you want?” Andrea said when she finally noticed her. “Can I have a word in private, Miss Roberts?” she asked politely.

At the mention of my name, the crowd turned to me and I squinted as cameras flashed in my direction almost blinding me. “I believe there’s something you promised to do.” Andrea’s smirk widened. “Like live television, press conference apology,” she said, quoting the challenge she had issued. ‘Go on,’ Jaxon urged. ‘It’s the least you could do after everything.’ I climbed the stage and Andrea moved back, leaving the podium bare. “Can we talk?” I said lowly. She shook her head. “I won the challenge.” She tilted her head towards the microphone. “Do it.”

​ “I had plans with friends. I want to go out and de-stress a bit.” ​ “Friends?” He wanted to ask if they were male or female, but Aston acted indifferent. ​ “Can I have some money, Aston? I don’t have a single penny right now.” This was the first time Andrea had ever asked him for money. Aston pulled out his wallet and handed her one hundred and seventy dollars. ​ “This should be enough, right?” Aston looked at her face, as if assessing her spending habits. ​

“I’m assuming Judge Anderson is already expecting you - if not, I’ll make sure his schedule is free for at least the next ten minutes. I can’t promise any more than that.” “We have an appointment with him today. He’s expecting to see us.” Lincoln answers calmly. “But we appreciate your help.” “Of course, honey. You tell Judge Anderson to call for me if there’s anything you need. My name’s Andrea.” She says kindly as she stops before a set of large standing wooden French doors. “Thank you. I say holding my only functioning arm out to shake her hand. She takes his gently, giving it a squeeze with a smile and turns to leave.

I smiled when I saw it was from Andrea and I quickly answered the call. "Hey, Andrea. What's up?" I asked and leaned onto the desk attached to the bench. "I'm good. Are you in school now?" She asked. "Yes. Why do you need something?" "I just wanted us to hang out. But if you're not free, I'll understand," she said and I chuckled.

ANDREA I kept looking at everyone for a clue on what I did wrong but no one is saying anything. What? I'm not supposed to say anything? He kept staring at me with a smirk on his good looking face. Why would a guy looking so mature, hot, tall and athletic, handsome be such a jerk? This feature could have been given to a much better, well behaved person. "Andrea what are you doing here?" I heard Kelsey ask behind me. I turned to her, "nothing actually I was just about to leave let's go together."

"Who?" "Gabriela, of course. Who'd you think?" "She's fine. Still working on her, but she's a fighter." "Yeah, she is." After her response, silence prevailed between us. Andrea's eyes looking at me, as if she wanted to asked something. But she's afraid to asked. "What?" She murmured. "You have something to say?" "No. Why would I?" She laughed before clearing her throat. "Well, you seemed have to asked. Go ahead, spill the tea."

“Anything, sir.” Andrea leaned back slightly. “That footage you got me last time…” “Yes, sir?” “I want more.” There was a pause. “How much more?” the caller asked. “Everything,” Andrea said. “Every angle. Every exit. Every camera.” “Yes, sir.” “And I want you to track her.” “Sir… we don’t even know who she is.” “Then find out.”Andrea said, almost shouting, loosing his patience. “Yes, sir.” the caller responded.