Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

The next morning, Andrew woke up at his usual time, feeling well-rested. Turning his head, he was surprised to find that the curvy little troublemaker beside him had already gotten up. Only a faint trace of her perfume lingered on the sheets. "You're finally up! Come have breakfast-I already made everything!" Francesca's sweet, round face peeked through the doorway, her smile bright and cheerful.

Andrew got dressed, tidied up the bed, and made his way to the dining room. "Fran, why are you up so early today? If you're tired, you should sleep in a little longer."

He sat down and started eating, flashing her a teasing smile.

Francesca sat across from him, her damp hair still dripping slightly from a fresh shower. Her delicate, round face was smooth and flawless, her long lashes fluttering as she gave him a bashful look.

She said, "I'm not tired! You've been handling so much lately, and today, you still have to deal with Kenny and the Golding family. So I figured I'd let you rest while I took care of breakfast!"

Andrew chuckled. "Fran, you're so thoughtful. If only you could be my wife."

Francesca's cheeks turned crimson in an instant, and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to be your wife. Lauren's your wife-I'd just be... at best, your girlfriend." Andrew could not help but admire her beauty. Her fair skin practically glowed, soft and radiant. When she smiled, dimples appeared on both cheeks, making her look impossibly sweet.

Beneath the innocent face, her petite body was wrapped in a silk robe that barely contained her curves-full in all the right places, with a figure so dangerously stunning it was almost sinful.

She was the perfect mix of an angelic face and a devilish body.

Noticing Andrew's heated gaze, Francesca bit into her toast and shot him a playful glare. "Eat your food. Where the hell are you looking? Andrew, you're getting more and more shameless!"

Andrew smirked, ignoring her protests. "You used to sleep in after I wore you out all night. But today, you're up before me. That's weird... unless my skills are slipping?"

Francesca nearly choked on her food, her face burning. "Of course not, you jerk! You still exhausted me last night, okay? But..."

Seeing her biting her lip with that adorable, flustered look, Andrew laughed. "But, after a week of intense training, you've finally built up some endurance?"

Francesca's face turned even redder. She bared her teeth like a feisty kitten, muttering, "You damn pervert! No matter how many rounds we go, you're never satisfied! I swear, if you don't take it easier on me, I'll stop coming over!"

Andrew met her eyes, his smile deepening. "Are you sure you don't like it?"

Francesca was practically fuming. "No!"

"You sure about that?"

"Fine... maybe I've gotten used to it, and it's not that bad. But, Andrew, you have way too much energy!

Every time, you leave my legs setnoveldrama

weak that I can barely get through work the next day-do you know how embarrassing

that is?"

Andrew lowered his head, chewing his food as he tried to stifle a laugh. "Alright,

I'll try to take it easy."

Francesca glared at him. "Not

'try'-you have to promise! Honestly, I don't know when Lauren's coming back, but she needs to hurry. She should be the one dealing with this! I can't handle being your only outlet-I'll end up completely wrecked!"

Andrew smirked. "That's funny. I remember someone enjoying it quite a bit- making plenty of noise, too."

Francesca instantly turned red as a tomato and shot him a murderous glare. "Shut

up! Say another word, and I'm not coming over tonight!"

Andrew raised his hands in surrender, laughing. "Alright, alright, I won't say anything."

Finally satisfied, Francesca huffed

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and crossed her arms. "That's better! Andrew, don't forget-you were my first." Andrew raised a brow. The way you say that... makes it sound like you're planning on more than one."

Francesca shook her head. "No way. I only want to be with you. Honestly, I'm not that young anymore, but no other man has ever interested me."

Andrew nodded approvingly. "That just means you have excellent taste. The average guy is simply beneath you, Fran."

Francesca let out a small giggle, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, you smug bastard! You know, when I first met you, I actually really hated you!"