Falling Too Deep

Chapter 7

The next morning Andrea and I ate breakfast with her family and then we had to catch our flight back to New York.

"I'm gonna miss you!" Mrs. Angie said as she squeezed the life out of Andrea.

Andrea's eyes widened and she gasped for air. "Mom I'll visit soon! I promise!"

She finally released her and then she gave me a hug. "Promise next time you visit you'll bring me grand children."

Alisa laughed, I felt my face flush, and Andrea sighed. "Way to make things awkward mom."

She smiled and hit Andrea playfully. "Shut up and give me another hug."

They hugged one more time and then Darrell pulled me into yet another head lock. "You better take care of my baby sister!"

I made my way out of it this time and smiled. "I will."

He patted my back, leaving me with an ache and went to hug Andrea. Andrea hugged Alisa, and her father and then Mr. Devon tapped me.

"Can I talk to you son?"

I nodded. "Of course."

I followed him to the front door and he gestured to our bags. "You're all set for the plane."

I smiled. "Thanks Mr. Huffman."

He shifted awkwardly on his feet and sighed. "Look my daughter is a very wonderful girl and she has such a sweet heart and I see the way she looks at you. She really truly likes you. I just don't want her to get hurt."

I shook my head. "I would never hurt her."

He nodded in agreement. "I know. I just wanted to say that if you ever do hurt her, I will hurt you."

I swallowed. "I understand."

He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Good. Have a safe trip."

He walked away just like that and I stood there, dumbfounded. Andrea came up to me after a few minutes and smiled. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought my mom wouldn't stop with the hugs."

I laughed. "It's fine. Are you ready?"

She nodded and I grabbed the bags and headed to the car.

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We got back to New York around three o'clock in the afternoon so I decided to take Andrea to Times Square for a little shopping spree. I just needed to pick up a few pairs of jeans, but I let Andrea spend some of my money anyway.

"You're giving me your black card!" Andrea said gaping at the black debit card I was waving in front of her face.

I nodded. "Yes, now take it before I change my mind."

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "I can't. It's your money and it would be wrong."

I rolled my eyes. "Technically it's not my money. It's my fathers and he has money added to this card everyday, so take it. I never use it anyway."

She sighed. "No Nick. It's wrong."

I grabbed her hand, opened it and placed the card in her palm. "It's not wrong. I'm practically begging you to take it."

She looked down at the card with guilt and shrugged. "If you really want me to."

I smiled and waved her off. "Have fun. Spend as much as you want."

She kissed my cheek, thanking me a billion times, before running off into Chanel. I smiled and started gazing over the jeans in the men's section.

Once I found a few pairs of jeans in my size I bought them with my other credit card and went over to BCBG and saw Andrea checking out. She had two bags from Chanel, one from Victoria Secret, another from Sephora, and two from Bebe.