Symphony of Desire [Mature] ✔️

Chapter Seven

Author's Note: Aaaand this is where the smuttier smut begins. You have been warned. I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. A simple vote would be very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Love, 

Alice xx

P.S. Credits to the owner of the photo. It is not mine and I only found it on Pinterest. No copyright infringement intended. 

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"On that lonely night, we said it wouldn't be love but we felt the rush. It made us believe it was only us convinced we were broken inside..." ~Earned It, by The Weeknd

CHAPTER SEVEN

Vesper groaned. She just got out of the shower and she's wearing a set of Winnie the Pooh sleepwear—certainly in no mood for Andray's antics.

Andray chuckled. "That's not a very nice way to greet your visitors, Vesper."

"What on earth are you doing here? I was informed that Laine will be dropping the panna cotta here, not you," she spat.

"Ouch, Vesper. I was only doing my mother a favour here."

"Well then hand it to me."

"Aren't going to invite me in? That's not very polite of you," Andray said in a mocking tone.

Vesper groaned in frustration and opened the door wider. Andray strolled inside and looked around.

The living room was painted in lavender. Adjacent to the cream couch were two similar armchairs. In the middle was a small center table. Below the flatscreen TV was a DVD player and beside it was a rack filled with a collection of various movies and albums.

He sat down the couch and regarded Vesper with a calm expression on his face despite the fact that he's unbelievably turned on just by the mere sight of her exposed legs. Vesper on the other hand was anything but calm. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Where is it?" she asked impatiently. The sight of Andray in his sinfully sexy ripped jeans was enough to make her throat go dry. His hair was loose and a section of it was tucked behind one ear and she's finding it attractive.

I'm getting turned on because his hair is down and he looks ruggedly gorgeous. Am I pathetic or am I pathetic? she thought.

He handed her a plastic bag. She peered inside and saw the plastic containers.

"Tell Laine I said thanks. I'm sure this will taste good. I'll just put this in the kitchen." She quickly walked to the kitchen and set the containers on the counter. She came back and found Andray sitting comfortably, his long legs sprawled out.

He cocked his head to the side, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his lips. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink or something? Hospitality, Vesper."

"Well then, would you like something to drink, kind sir?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"No, thank you," he replied with a mocking grin.

She rolled her eyes.

"You brought my mother cookies last Wednesday?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Aren't you going to give some to me, too?"

"Will that make you go away?" She's mentally begging him to go away for her body's response to his presence was unsettling her mind.