I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twelve

The mystery of Andrew's secret was driving her crazy.

Naturally Billie had always been a curious person but since finding that even Denzel couldn't dig anything up, the curiosity grew.

Reading through his documents, contracts she found nothing suspicious. Perhaps he probably didn't keep any proof of him doing something illegal somewhere in the open. Right.

Out of the very rare times she'd be allowed to be at his office, she'd be locked out of the meetings and put in a different room with a security guy to watch over her.

It was painfully... secret.

As she was looking through the last drawer in Andrew's bedside table, she heard the lock of their door turn. In panic Billie shut it closed and stood up, straightening out her dress.

Andrew's voice echoed off the walls of their room, clearly he was speaking to someone over the phone.

Right as he spotted his wife, he quickly mumbled out "I'll call you back," and hung up.

"What are you doing?" he asked her whilst putting his phone in the front pocket of his suit.

"You seem worked up"

He sighed at her statement, "I'm gonna leave for my office in thirty minutes."

"I want to come too."

Billie's words made Andrew stop in his tracks.

"You're not coming."

"Please? I'm bored. I'll stay out of your way, I promise."

His line of vision moved down to the carpet under his soles. A sigh.

If she couldn't convince him, she had to use some of her techniques.

Slowly she walked up to him and set her left at on his shoulder while running the other one down his chest. "Andrew," she sing sung. "Please."

A smirk formed behind her pleading look when he set his hands on her hips. Works every time. On every single man.

"Get ready then."

She put her palm against his cheek and kissed the other one, smiling, "Thank you."

Andrew waited till she closed the closet door behind her before walking over to the bed side tables and opened the first one. For a moment his eyes examined it's content, then he moved on to the second one. Nothing seemed to have changed.

His eyes darted back to the closet door, then Billie's bed side table.

He stood back up and made his way around the bed. He then bent over a bit to reach the first drawer and as he tried to pull it open, it didn't move. With one eyebrow raised, he opened the second one. Only chords and chargers, no key.

"Billie?"

She didn't respond for a moment. He was ready to open the door but ended up not having to when she came out all dressed, "Yeah?"

"Why is this drawer locked?"

"Because it's... locked. I've got some personal stuff in there."

He eyed her for a moment.

"Andrew, I deserve to have some privacy. You've got yours, I want mine."

He sighed and shook his head.

"Let's go."

You'd think that there are a lot of safety precautions in places like a jewelry store, a bank, The White House. But nothing could compare to the amount of security that Andrew had at his office.