"Hahaha pay your bets! I managed to get hi into my bed in less than a month." My steps towards Andreas stopped behind a half-body dividing wall that was topped with vines.
I still can't believe it was Andreas' voice. I think I heard it wrong. But then I caught a glimpse of five of his bourgeois friends throwing bills on the table at Vault and Green, the coffee shop near Oxford where they used to hang out.
"1000 pounds per person, get your wallets out now!" He kept laughing while counting the money he received.
"Bastard you Andreas, you lucky bastard" was the voice of a friend, cold water seemed to be splashed on my body. So my existence only costs him £5,000.
"Hey, you guys first dared to underestimate me. Now you know what I'm capable of. Anna is naive, such a girl is very easy to manipulate. He's crazy about me." He continued to count the bills scattered on the table with a big smile.
