Tangled Love

Chapter Thirty-Two: Morgan and Smith

A/N:

Hey there! This chapter will consist of Andrew's Point of View, the same time when Kiara had the interview. Thought I'd tell you guys so there will be no confusion. Enjoy! ;)

--Andrew--

A smile crept into my face as I watch the one amazing person I have ever known in my life outwit the tv host of a pathetic gossip show.

"Oh I'm sorry... Do you have any follow up questions after that? I mean I practically ruined your way of questioning."

I know she's never a mean type of person. If there would be any instances that she will, well it was just to prove her point or to not be stepped on. That's what I like about her. She's pure, kind and warm to everyone, even to strangers. But she knows when to stand up for herself. She appears to be weak on the outside but with burning flames in the inside.

"So you're watching her while you're sitting in my couch, on my television set inside my house." I snorted as I heard that high pitched voice of the woman I forgot I'm with right now. I lazily shifted my gaze from the tv to her as she stood on my right with her hands on her waist.

"What do you want?" I tried not to sound annoyed but I can't. She's just really someone I can't stay close with for more than a minute and her calling for me to be here was enough to ruin my perfect day. I should've been with Kiara on that damn interview!

"Straight to the point as usual, eh? I'm still your girlfriend!" She snapped her head as she shouted. I can see how mad she is right now. I groaned loudly when she grabbed the remote control and threw it on the tv screen making a loud crashing sound of broken glasses.

I stood up and face her with my eyes twitching in rage. "That's it, Tracy! I'm out of here!" I started to walk towards the doorway when she grabbed my arm.

"N-no! A-Andrew, please!" I jerked my head to meet her now tearful eyes and shift it to her shaking hands that's still tugging my arm. I try to look for any emotions inside my heart for this woman but even pity can't surface. I tried to wiggle out of her hold but she just tighten her grip, digging her nails onto my arm in the process. The pricking pain made my temper heighten. I wiggle my arm once more giving a bit more force than intended until I regained my arm as she stumbled on the carpeted floor.

"Please! Andrew! Don't leave me!" Her raspy voice echoed the living room. I sighed forcefully and faced her.

"You perfectly know what is going on between us! It's not as if I voluntarily came here. Stop the drama, Tracy! It's not even entertaining." I snarled. I watched her stagger as she stood up on her feet. Facing me, she wiped her tear-damped face with the back of her hands. The pitiful look on her face is already gone. It is replaced by a grim look and laughed humorlessly all of a sudden.

"Yeah... yeah... I just thought it would be fun... Just like that.lovely.night." I clenched my fist trying hard to brush that thought off my mind. She smiled seductively as she strode next to me, tracing my arms with her perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Tracy, you know what happened. We both know it was a mistake." I grab her hand but immediately regretted it when she squeezed my hand on top of hers. Her other hand traveled to my shoulders tracing circles as she moved closed making us look intimate.

She pushed her face forward and whispered. "Mistake for you, but not for me." Her warm breath is giving me  chills but I'm not insane to give in.