The gala

Andre was restless this few days. He had unintentionally avoided calling or texting Deandra and even avoided going to his family's mansion on days he knew she worked there.

Call it abstinence or whatever. All he wanted was to see what it felt like not to be close to the woman called Deandra Sparks. It was too much for him.

He started this thing like a joke. It was supposed to be a game: Try to seduce the hot-looking woman employed by his father just to taunt his father and shove his hard work of trying to tame him in his face.

But now, thing had come awry. These days he can't do anything or even stay a minute without thinking about the sumptuous siren. That red hair, those plump lips, that curvy enhancing body. Arh, those legs of hers. What he could do with his lips to them_

"Boss!"

He jerked up a little from his office chair and glared at Simeon for daring to interrupt his fantasy. "What?"