Chapter 59: Holy fuck!
Andrea stared at her reflection in the mirror, and her little mouth formed a sad pout.
The image of Carmen flashed through her mind, even though she tried very hard not to let her thoughts wander there.
"She's good-looking, and her figure looks good too. I wonder why Sean doesn't like her." A sigh escaped her lips as she slumped on the couch languidly.
She relaxed her back on the couch with her head tilted to the side, and just then she heard Sean's voice and the sounds of footsteps approaching closer.
She quickly laid on the bed and buried her face in the quilt, her back facing the direction of the door.
Sean knocked on the door gently before coming in. "Aren't you ready yet?" He questioned her as he made his way over to the bed.
The lady in the sheets didn't move or say a word. Sean pulled the sheets from her face. "Are you sick?" He placed his hand on her forehead.