Orion’s POV
“Yes!!!”
In response to the bing of my phone and alert that comes right in, I leap like a child, forgetting myself for a minute.
A whooping sum of two hundred freaking thousand dollars!!!
Damn it!!!
I'm elated, my whole mood is turned for the best, and all I can think about is partying long and hard!
Yay!
Not for a split second did I stop to think about Avery’s reaction, or how she freaking got the money.
In my defense, she's tied to an oil well, and probably banging him too. Whichever means she got it, it's her karma.
“Orion?”
Andrew’s voice makes me jerk upward.
Holy crap!
He's right in the room, sitting on the bed as he watches me keenly. I, on the other hand, I'm on the chair beside the window, and going through stacks of records.
“Oh,”
I compose myself, setting my arms that are raised up to the sky, beside myself.
“I'm sorry I got too in the moment.”
Andrew smiles and pulls forward.