Lustful Eyes | 18+ |

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He walked to a secluded area with Chris. He stood, leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest. He looked really uninterested.

There was no denying Chris was a gorgeous woman. From her height to her sharp features, she had it all. She was one of that women whom men threw themselves at but she held too much pride in her to actually let anyone touch her.

Andreas's gaze hovered over her body, top to bottom for a few seconds but he didn't really feel anything. Nothing compared to what he felt for Anna.

He had been comparing a lot these days. From Millie to Chris, he couldn't help but wonder how this woman didn't affect him at all. All he cared about was to be in Anna's embrace but she had outrightly rejected him.

It had been weeks, nearly two months but it was as if Lise had forever sworn to not touch him. She did touch him, occasionally but that was only when he had threatened to drop her out of fear.

He craved her touch. He needed it. He was greedy.

He had even gone harsher on her and had pulled on her hair and almost choked her to death while making love to her. Yet there wasn't a single hickey or a scratch on his skin. None.

It was flawless as ever.

"Andreas..." Chris said softly. Her eyes pleading as she looked at him. Her expression is soft.

"Don't do this to me," she whispered as she stepped closer to him.

"It wasn't my fault. Don't punish me like this." She placed her hands on his folded ones and pleaded with him.

"Once a liar, always a liar," Andreas said in a stiff voice as he looked away not acknowledging her touch.

"Please, you have to understand me. I am your fiancé not that bitch you just picked up from nowhere."

"I know why you are doing this. It is to punish me, isn't it? To make me taste my own medicine? Well then if that's the case, you've won. I am jealous. I admit it there you go." She screamed loud as she held his face in her hands and turned him to face her.

"I want to be back in your life. Like how it was before. You are using a kid to get me jealous and yes I am jealous of that kid. Because I am supposed to be marrying you. I am the one who lives here." He said vigorously pointing her finger on the left side of his cash.

"Don't you fucking dare touch me, Christina!"

His snap caused her to flinch. He held her wrist in a death grip as he glared down at her. His eyes burning balls of hatred.

Chris cried softly as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She couldn't believe what had become of him. He was nice. He was so nice to her. He treated her like a delicate flower... and the love he had for her in his eyes... was beautiful. Alas, all she could now see in those silver eyes was hatred.

"You have no rights, Christina. None."

"You lost the right to touch me the day you walked out on me." He gritted out. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his.

He was right. She was the one who walked out and ended things. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as his hot breath fanned her forehead.

Chris was a tall woman and despite wearing heels, she was shorter than Andreas though. He towered over her and pushed her back, till her back was pressed against the wall opposite them. He cupped her jaw and tilted her head upward so she could look right into his eyes.

"Don't you dare call my Anna anything!" The possessiveness in his voice shocked him. Was he losing it for this girl?

"And don't ever show me your filthy face. Your entire existence disgusts me." He spat on her face.