Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 63: See His Face

How dare Gabriel send him slutty girls who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves?

The bastard was busy running a club yet still competing with him on being CEO.

He would surely get back at him.

This night passed without Andrew getting a wink of sleep as usual.

The next day was a Friday, Andrew knew she would be here.

Apart from his sleep, he wanted to hear it from her.

He’d found out from Gavin’s investigation that her signing his contract was to pay for her brother’s surgery, but he wanted to hear it from her. Perhaps he couldn’t accept that he’d wronged her that deeply with his ignorance of her plight.

When he’d truly heard it from her, it had settled within him like a heavy weight.

In the past, he’d seen every woman as if they were exactly like Andrea Walters. When was the last time he’d thought of that woman as his mother?

As he’d grown up, every woman he’d come across seemed to be just like Andrea.

Ambitiously seeking to gain wealth from a man, he didn’t mind ambitious women but only if they strived to work hard for themselves to get the life they desired. That was why he hadn’t been that averse to Clara Hastings when her parents used to bring her to the Sterling home in the past.

But the majority of women he’d met were just that, gold diggers, hence when Anne had signed his contract he’d put her in the same box. He would never have thought that...

Andrew felt something choke his chest, it tasted like a hint of regret and the urge to take back every word he’d said to her in anger.

Why had he even been that angry because she’d signed the contract to sell her body? He hadn’t been angry with any of the women who’d signed it before her, so why her?

He was still lost in thought that Friday evening, staring out to the view from his manor after he’d confirmed from her directly that she indeed had a brother and she truly did it all to save his life.

In that moment, Andrew heard the faint sniff from behind him and he’d turned to see tears streaming from her eyes. Guilt came rushing into him like a tide. He was suddenly overcome by the desire to make her tears stop, so he’d picked two things and handed them to her.

One that would wipe her tears and the other would numb her emotions. He’d gotten his first taste of whiskey at sixteen and had been fascinated by them ever since. He collected every type.

He normally wouldn’t share them with others, but somehow he’d shared them with her and felt good inside that she actually enjoyed them.

She obviously wasn’t a good drinker because she’d become inebriated pretty quickly.

When she fell asleep, he’d carried her. Had he ever held a woman like this in his arms? No, not ever.

The sweet magnolia scent wafted into his nose and he realized that none of those perfumes could beat her scent. It was simply... addicting!

He’d set her down on the bed. Wanting to test his theory of sleep again, he’d gone and changed into comfortable clothes then slept next to her.

He knew what tonight was for. In the contract, it was stipulated this night every week would be for copulation, but immediately he got into the bed he’d felt himself take a relaxing breath.

It wasn’t just the smell, nor was it the presence of a woman, it was her—specifically her.

The trace of drowsiness he’d failed to feel a drop of yesterday came rising to him instantly, and just when he was beginning to drift off he suddenly felt someone push him a bit and suddenly kick him under the blanket.

At first, he merely moved a bit, thinking she was probably trying to toss in her sleep until he felt the kick again, harder this time. He didn’t know when a pained groan escaped from him and his eyes snapped open.

This little woman next to him was actually kicking him with a displeased look on her adorable sleeping face.

Without realizing it, his expression softened and he draped his arm around her waist, tugging her towards him on the bed then splayed his legs over her own to keep her still before he closed his eyes again.

Somehow, it felt even more comfortable having her this close that sleep came drifting closer, but he suddenly heard her making impressions of him. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He opened his eyes and gazed down at her.

"Get out!"

He could still accurately remember when he’d yelled at her. Was she trying to copy him?

It was weirdly annoying and amusing to watch at the same time, but what she did next made his whole body stiffen.

Her tiny hands began to move over his chest. It was surprising how one woman’s touch could disgust him so much, but hers could instantly make him feel a strange heat flush through his body.

She was taking liberties, touching his body however she wanted while giggling like a Cheshire cat despite still being somewhat asleep.

His body suddenly began to harden under her harmlessly playful touch.

If anyone ever told him a day would come where he would be lying with a woman who would wantonly take liberties with his body this shamelessly yet he didn’t despise her touch, he would never have believed it. But the next second...

He almost jumped off the bed when she suddenly grabbed him... there.

His whole body trembled and her touch only made the organ harden more.

He sucked in a breath, instantly trying to pry her fingers off him. But she held on tighter than an infant grabbing a piece of meat.

This shameless little...

Was this what alcohol did to her?

Despite struggling with her for a long time, she absolutely didn’t let go.

His frustration was mounting.

When could he not win against a little woman? She was clearly smaller than he was, but her hands were so damn stubborn.

She even moved her hand up to the tip of his organ, touching him in a way that made him feel like melting to the bed. It was pleasure and torture at the same time.

He groaned.

"Stay still, I’m trying to get the wand!"

She even dared to tell him to stay still?

The struggle continued until he finally managed to slip away.

He still couldn’t catch his breath, but the culprit was now sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face after he’d emerged from having one ridiculously cold shower which did nothing to relieve him of the heat.

She was still tossing from time to time, murmuring things he couldn’t hear under her breath.

Grabbing a glass and another bottle, Andrew went out to the balcony instead, sitting out in the cold until his body calmed.

By the time he returned inside, she had settled into sleep much deeper this time.

He laid next to her and stared into her face for a while. This harmless little face, but inebriation could actually make her become a daring little ball.

Someone remind him never to give her a drink ever again.

But now that he thought about it, the whole thing felt quite funny. That way she’d tried to copy his expression, the way she’d shamelessly grabbed him. His lips raised imperceptibly before he caught himself and the smile stopped halfway, changing into a frown as he laid his head down.

No thoughts could register in his mind anymore after that as he drifted off to sleep so effortlessly as if it was something he could normally do.

.....

Anne felt her head pounding as she opened her eyes.

Where was she?

What was her name?

The headache seemed to be making her forget stuff.

Looking around, she realized she was in the manor.

What did they do to her last night? Her head was killing her.

"Achoo!"

She suddenly heard a sneeze coming from the bathroom and looked at the closed door.

Was that him?

Her memories of last night began to rush in. She’d been answering his questions obediently, but somehow her emotions had been a bit chaotic and she’d cried.

He’d kindly offered her a handkerchief and a glass of whiskey, a few glasses in fact, and then...

Her thoughts seemed to trail off from there.

Did anything else happen after that or had she just fallen asleep?

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure it out, so she just shook off the thought and looked towards the bathroom door when she heard a sneeze for the second time.

Her gaze turned downwards when she caught a familiar-looking object next to her.

A black mask was currently sitting on the nightstand.

Was he in the bathroom right now? If his mask was here...

It meant she could see his face, right?

Anne forgot about the headache and the memories of what happened the previous night. The curiosity of the man’s true appearance took over as she slowly got off the bed and approached the bathroom, but she was halfway when the door suddenly opened.

She instantly stopped in her tracks, raising her gaze to meet the person who’d just emerged.