by ZN Willett
Andrew wasn't my cash cow, and I wasn't going to exploit our relationship for financial gain.
He pondered that as he patted my hand. "Well, enough shop talk. Andria, Andrew."
The little man floated off as quickly as he had appeared. I turned to Andrew with questions in my eyes. He mouthed later and we proceeded to the abundant spread that Rebeca had laid out.
"Why were you dancing with that scary looking perv?" Erin was always direct.
I grabbed an olive off the plate while we stood in a corner watching Miles and Andrew talking. "I didn't want to dance with him, but Brittney asked Andrew, and I didn't want him to think I felt weird about it."
"Ah, huh? You let your man dance with his old flame so you could dance with the creepy guy?"
"No. Well, yes. But that creepy guy is Andrew's manager."
"No! Did you know Andrew is having Miles look into his financials?' She grabbed a piece of cheese.
Looking over at Andrew, he winked flirting, and I smiled back as I answered, "No, Andrew never mentioned it."
"I wouldn't worry about it. Miles only told me because he was thrilled that Andrew had asked him."
"I didn't know Miles was a fan?"
"He's not, but he gets excited when he does something new. Bringing Andrew in as a client opened up the door for handling entertainers. He's excited about that."
I laughed, watching Wade join Andrew and Miles as they do some hand fist bump. "Andrew like's to have a relationship with the people he does business with, so he must have taken a liking to Miles."
Erin nodded towards our men. "The three of them have some bromance going on."
We continued talking and laughing, finishing up a plate of food we were sharing. Watching the three love birds joined together in the opposite corner talking and laughing about something.
Occasionally, Andrew and I would make eye contact as we flirted across the room. It was liberating to be able to be ourselves in public. To see the weight of whatever Andrew was carrying off him was freeing. It looked as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The party picked up as the DJ came on. Wade was finally able to do his robot as we looked on laughing hysterically. Erin, Taylor, and I danced a while before Erin left for her "surprise." I was bubbling over when they said goodnight and Miles had to give me a warning glare to not ruin his surprise.
Andrew spent the night drinking, socializing with guests, and watching me. He danced a few slow songs with me, but when the music picked up he headed straight to the bar and watched. At first I was upset that he didn't want to dance, but the way he was watching made it up to me. The boy's eyes burned through me as the hunger in them grew. My mouth dried up as I watched his darkened eyes slowly peruse my body as his tongue wet his lips.
My lips, I thought as I swayed my hips slowly, watching his eyes travel along with my hands as they slid up my side stopping as they approached my breasts. That's when his eyes would flicker up to mine as I licked my lips at the smirk that was now present on his face.
We played that cat and mouse game for a bit longer as I seduced him with my moves. Unfortunately, I was very aware of the fact that Brittney and Amy—who I didn't see until later—were both in Andrew's line of sight gyrating on each other. My suspicions of Amy grew as I caught her staring at Andrew when she was dancing with Frank. Sadly, Frank thought I was looking at him. I thought Amy had a problem with me because of Frank, but the blatant way she tried to get Andrew's attention…well…you had to be blind not to see who she really wanted. Andrew was in love with me, and he didn't notice them at all. That filled my heart even more than before.
It was almost midnight, and the closer it came, the more I wanted to be alone with Andrew. I soon had an idea, and walked over to an inebriated looking Andrew, who seemed to have forgotten that we weren't alone. He lightly brushed the back of his fingers over my collarbone. "Are you ready to leave? I think there’s something upstairs that needs attending to, be it now or later. It's up to you, Andria."
Inhaling a scattered breath, I stared into his darkened eyes. Andrew winked at me smirking before taking a sip of what I discovered was water. He knew exactly what he was doing. I challenged him with my own smirk as I whispered into his ear to meet me in my bedroom in ten minutes before I bit down on his earlobe.
Pleased with the groan that emanated from his lips, I went to find Rebeca. I needed help with confiscating a bottle of champagne and glasses. She was able to aid me with my request, and when I started up the back stairs, she made a comment as she was leaving the room, "It took you long enough to drag Andrew away. I was going to lose my bet with Nelson if you two stayed any longer. Goodnight, dear."
I loved Rebeca Hughes.
While Andrew was waiting to join me upstairs, I hurriedly took off my dress, poured two glasses of champagne, and tried to position myself seductively on the bed. Well, as provocatively as I could, trying out different poses I'd seen, but nothing felt natural.
There was a knock on the door, and that's when I remembered to turn on the mood music. I sat up on all fours reaching over to my Ipod on the nightstand when I heard Andrew breathe out, "Damn, Andria."
I swung my head around catching Andrew looking at my very exposed bottom. That was not how I had planned it. I literally felt my entire body flush red as Andrew's eyes floated across my backside with a wicked expression plastered on his face. I watched as he loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes while throwing his jacket to the floor. He began to unbutton his shirt as he approached.
Quickly coming back to my senses, I turned around and grabbed the two glasses and handed one to Andrew.
"This is nice," he said, sweetly.
"I wanted to start the New Year alone with you."
Clinking my glass to his, I took a few sips of the champagne as I watched Andrew's tongue taste the liquid on his lips. My girly bits started to squeal in anticipation as I watched him set his glass on the nightstand before dragging his shirt down his arms exposing his beautiful bare chest. I was never a chest girl before, but when it came to Andrew, I was a chest, arm, leg, butt, toes—yes toes—girl.
When I heard the sound of his zipper, I wanted to sing out in glee. It had been too long, and my body was about to take over. I needed to calm down, so I took another sip of champagne while Andrew continued to strip down to his boxers in front of me. Even though I was drinking liquid, my throat was very, very parched. Andrew sat down on the bed as I handed his glass back to him, watching while he finished the bubbly liquid.
That was it! My body had had enough.
I placed my glass down and went for his adam's apple. My lips circled it and the vibration from Andrew's surprise and chuckle made me explode. I leaned firmly into him and really took hold of it before trailing kisses done the center of his neck. I felt and heard the hum from his chest and reveled in the fact that I, Andria Moore, did that to him. Andrew placed his arms behind me leaning back; basking in the enjoyment of my lips showering kisses everywhere. I struggled to my knees and I pushed him back further on to the bed. When he reached the leather-padded headboard, I straddled him.
As I kissed and sucked on his sexy lips, I paused looking into his hooded eyes. Andrew sat up; our chests connected and his arms wound tightly around me as he started kissing and biting down my neck. Each deliciously painful bite went straight to my core causing me to melt.
We kept to the rhythm of our own music, and I could feel the low burn inside increase as he slid his boxer shorts down his legs. Suddenly, hearing the crowd downstairs cheering, he said, "Happy New Year, Andria."
"Happy New Year."
He placed that smirk on his face as our eyes locked. "All I needed to do was tell you that I needed you, and you change your mind about having sex in my parents' house?"
"Dirty talk always does it Andrew," moaning out before nipping his bottom lip. "But Rebeca was the one who reiterated that we are adults…who do adult things."
"Saying my mother's name while you're gyrating on my j
unk isn't going to get us anywhere."
I laughed out while Andrew squirmed uncomfortably. "Sorry." I started to kiss down his jaw. "Maybe this will help." I slid off of Andrew who groaned in protest and took off my panties.
"Hey, I liked those," he pouted.
I gawked.
Andrew having a pouty lip—I didn't know it could get any better. "Oh, I can put them back on." As I reached over for the thong, he grabbed me around my waist and brought me down on top of him.
I squealed and squirmed trying to get to the panties, but Andrew was strong—thankfully. When I vocalized my surrender, Andrew leaned back on the bed and positioned my legs to straddle him. With hooded lids, he slowly perused my body landing on my breasts. "I really like that bra."
I did an internal happy dance thinking about how long it took for me to pick it out. While I was in New York, I had stopped at one of my favorite lingerie boutiques, Kiki de Montparnasse. They specialized to a selective clientele, and I loved their lingerie. The lace demi bra was elegant, yet sexy. I used many of their pieces in my book and my favorite was the one I was wearing. There was a garter belt that went along with the collection, and I bought a long pair of gloves to finish the entire ensemble—unfortunately both the garter and gloves were at home.
I must have been in my head too long. Andrew's lips brushed across my lips returning my attention. "I bought it for you."
His eyes darkened. "Good. You're going to have to buy another one because I'm going to rip that off."
He left me speechless for a few seconds before I protested. "Don't you dare, Andrew Hughes. This cost me a small fortune."
"I'll give you a check. Keep the shoes on. Oh, and put those back on." He pointed to my discarded panties on the floor. "I'll rip those off too." He pinched my side.
"Andrew…" I warned.
"If you're going to wear lingerie like this, it's bound to get destroyed. I thought you women liked having panties and bras ripped from your bodies." He smirked.
Umm…yeah…what could I say?
Andrew's hand came up to touch me, while the other cupped my face, "You're so beautiful, Andria—so sexy," he added as his thumb traced my lips.
"You make me feel beautiful," I breathed in. "And sexy," adding as I pulled his thumb into my mouth and began to suck.
I felt the rumble of pleasure along his torso as it vibrated beneath me. We moved together in perfect harmony, our hips danced to the musical score that our bodies began to create. This time there was no rushed or frenzied movements. Andrew and I took our time slowly feeling every inch of one another as whispers of endearment fell from our lips. Our eyes never left the other’s as our rhythm increased. The passion and emotion in Andrew's eyes reflected in mine. I loved this man and he loved me.
The next morning, Andrew and I lay awake in bed talking, and placing lazy kisses on each other. I didn't want to leave the bed, but Rebeca was expecting us at her New Year's Day brunch. Eventually, we got up. Andrew headed to his room to get dressed. I took a long, lazy shower, reviewing the night before in my mind. I was still shocked that I had told him my feelings first. I was so afraid he wouldn't feel the same way, but at that moment, I knew I had to tell him. All that mattered was that he knew how I felt about him, and he could take it from there. I was ecstatic to hear that he loved me. A girl putting her heart on the line shouldn’t be kept waiting, and he didn't disappoint.
When I finished dressing and packing up the last of my things, I stared at the bed that Andrew and I had made love in. As much as I wished it were my bed at home, this place would forever hold a special spot in my heart.
When I walked out of my room to meet Andrew downstairs, I thought I heard his voice through his door. I paused at the stairs when I heard Brittney's. "What about me?"
"Everything is going to be fine."
"The fans are going to go crazy."
"They'll understand."
"Andy…" she whined.
"Brittney. I'm in love with Andria. Everyone will have to understand that."
I smiled to myself at his declaration.
"It's that serious?" She sounded appalled.
That got my attention. I turned my head toward the door and saw Taylor a step behind me listening, as well. We both looked into each other's narrowed eyes as we heard, "Andy, you barely know her!"
"Brittney, I know you're concerned, but—"
"She could be using you."
As I turned, about to interrupt them, Taylor shook her head and placed her palm out asking me to wait. I wasn't sure why she wanted me to continue listening, but her eyes were curious.
"Trust me. Andria is not using me. You wonder why I didn't want to tell you anything about her. Like always, you'll find something wrong."
"Because there's always something wrong with the women you choose. Andria conveniently meets you when she's finishing up a movie deal? And, coincidentally, one that she's going to need a big name actor for."
"Andria earned her success before meeting me. She has never asked me for anything, especially not to be in her movie—"
"Yet. She hasn't asked for anything, yet. But having Andrew Hughes associated in any way would be pay dirt for her. What makes her different from the others? Or did you forget about all the bright-eyed wanna be starlets who were using you to become famous. Didn’t you learn anything?"
I couldn't listen to her accuse me of something I never even thought about. Protecting Andrew or not, she doesn't know me! When I stepped passed Taylor and pushed open the door. I was taken aback by a bare-chested Andrew in only slacks. "Andria?"
I heard him, but directed my glare at Brittney, as I quickly stepped towards her before Andrew blocked my path.
"Brittney, I think it would be wise if we left these two alone." Taylor said behind me.
Brittney didn’t say anything. She hurried past Taylor as she shut the door behind them.
Andrew stood in front of me. "Andria, it's not what you—"
"Andrew." I tried to keep my voice calm but failed. "I need to make something very clear to you. I. Don't. Share!"
"I don't expect you to—"
I shook my head to myself. "Sorry. That wasn't clear enough. I won't be sharing you with Brittney or any other women. If you have a problem with that then you had better tell me now." I looked him dead in the eyes.
His eyes showed fear, yet his lip curled up at the corner. "Yes, Andria. I understand. You have made things crystal clear. And that goes for me, also."
"Oh, that's a given. But you will never see any of my exes talking to me half-naked. Or…" I thought about that. "Maybe, you should so we can really drive this point home."
He growled as the smirk dropped. "Andria…"
"I heard what Brittney said in the hall."
He heavily inhaled, "She doesn't have a clue—"
"What is she to you?" I stared into his eyes ready for any hint of insincerity.
"What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath, "Are you in love with her?"
His eyes widened. "How could you think that? Last night…did that not mean anything to you?"
"It meant everything, and that's why I need to know. Answer my question, Andrew."
He pulled me in by my arms as he said, "Andria, I am not, nor have I ever been in love with Brittney Price."
My body went limp. "I am so happy to hear that."
"How could you have thought that?"
"How could I not? You two have a history, and she's made it pretty clear that she thinks I'm going to hurt or use you."
He kissed the top of my head. "I know you're not."
I looked up at him. "Damn right! Oh, and for the record, you're the last person I want cast in the movie."
"Wait. Why?" He had the nerve to look hurt.
"I have my reasons." Then a knot formed in my stomach. Was now the best time to tell him?
"Brittney was only trying to protect me. Along the way, people have had some false pretenses. I'm sure once you two get to know each
other—"
I shot daggers at him with my eyes. "Are you kidding me?" I yelled.
He looked at me for a moment before taking my hand, "Please, sit down. We need to talk."
Okay? Usually when someone starts with that statement it's not a good thing, and my heart sped up its pounding pace. I sat down on Andrew's bed as he started pacing in front of me and said, "I'm not proud of what I'm going to tell you, but you need to know. I was an ass when I started in the business."
That was not what I expected. My expression must have shown it because Andrew paused his pacing. "Go on."
"Well, the fame went straight to my head—I'm still embarrassed by how I acted at first. I made a lot of people angry. What was worse, my family was disappointed in me."
"They could never be—"
"They were, Andria." He stopped pacing, standing in front of me. "I gave them every right to be disappointed. My focus was on the next party and spending absorbent amounts of money on nothing. It was all about me, and I pushed my family and true friends away. Brittney was the one who slapped me back to reality."
"You were young and talented…"
"And stupid," saying as he sat next to me.
"That may have been true, but all that attention had to be overwhelming."
I remembered hearing about the new up and coming heartthrob, Andrew Hughes. His picture was plastered everywhere. It was hard not to miss him, but I didn't see his first movie until years later. By then, he was a huge celebrity.
Andrew stood up to continue his pacing as he dragged his hands through his hair. But, it was his guarded expression that puzzled me. "It was very overwhelming and I was a cocky bastard," he chuckled to himself.
"Umm, you kinda still are." He stopped pacing and narrowed his sexy eyes at me. I almost lost my train of thought. "Andrew, you were young. I’m sure the mistakes you made would have been the same ones if you had gone through college instead of going into acting."
He pondered that before sitting back down on the bed as he stared ahead. "The people who surrounded me—at that time—didn't have pure intentions. Honestly, they used both me and my fame to get ahead."