His Personal Assistant

3

It took all day but I did it. Not only did I pack all my clothes and essentials, I gave my furniture to a poor family that lives in the building and sold my apartment to a 18 year old girl who moved out here to start her career.

I was currently at Andrews' condo getting dressed. I was wearing a red pencil skirt with a black and white, striped crop top. Black pumps and my hair straitened and in a perfect ponytail. My phone and money in my purse.

I hear a knock on the door and a grunt. Then I hear mumbling and shuffling.

I walk out of Andrews room to see Andrew and Christian fighting over carrying my boxes. Andrew looks like a little kid fighting for his toy while Christian looks like a man fighting for his woman. So you know which one looks a lot more attractive at the moment.

"Hello Christian" I say, politely

Christian turns to me with a shocked expression but it turns into a cocky one, fast.

"Hello" he says in a husky voice, which was quite a turn on

I looked into his gray-blue eyes as he looked into my brown ones. His eyes were like a storm I'd want to get lost in or deep waters I'd never want to emerge from. I want to know what he craves, what he needs and wants. What his deepest, darkest secrets are.

Christian cleared his throat snapping his eyes away. "I'll bring your things down" He carried my book bag, makeup bag, suitcase, and two boxes down, while Andrew carried one box down.

They packed the back and trunk of his Lamborghini. Andrew slammed my back against his front, roughly kissing my neck. I cringed, slightly turning away. Christian looked up, looking disgusted.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing" Christian roared

"Just showing my girl how much I'll miss her" Andrew said, while licking a long stripe up the side of my neck.

I close my eyes tightly, wishing he'd get off of me.

"She doesn't like what you're doing and she's not your girl, she sleeps with you to fulfill her needs" Christian growled " and now she has me. She doesn't need you anymore" he smirks

He grabs my forearm and gently settles me in the car, jogging to the drivers side and driving off to the restaurant.

I look back to see Andrew standing in the middle of the road, pissed.