Andrew's Point of View:
I was in a Chanel store, looking for dresses that could look good on Anastasia, but obviously I didn't know if she liked a specific color. When I came to know she'd much rather wear a top and jeans, I decided to go to a Gucci shop since they had better ones. To be honest, I wondered why I cared enough to do it, but I guess it was just nothing special. I wasn't doing something great.
They had some good tops and I bought a couple of them in case she didn't like what I bought, and then took a couple of black and blue jeans to match.
After I sent them through one of my men, I went back to my company. I had a lot of work left to be done since I was already lagging behind on contracts and deals. I received a message an hour later—it was from Anastasia, so I picked the phone up from one hand and scrolled.
"Aren't you getting a little too sweet for someone who doesn't like me?" Her text made me chuckle. I kept the file in my right hand down and leaned back as I texted back.
"No. I'm being decent. Is that a crime in New York?"
"Debatable," She texted back, earning another laugh. "The tops are nice. You didn't have to buy me anything, though, as I said. Don't expect a gift back."
"Oh, I don't." I replied. "But you can take yours off later when I come home."
She took a pretty minute before replying and a small smirk appeared on my lips knowing why she took the time.
"You literally can't wait, can you?"
"Oh, come on. Don't flatter yourself."
"Bye, Andrew." She texted and I laughed. I could picture the annoyed face already. I left the message on seen and continued with my work.
It would have been some few more minutes before someone knocked on my door. I looked up to see the person through the one-sided see-through glass door.
"Come in," I said as my assistant entered.
"Boss, Ms. Lilith is here to see you."
She can't give up, can she?
I needed some more time. Well.
"Let her in," I said and she nodded, leaving. Lilith entered a little while later. She was a stunning woman in her early 30s. If I had a thing for older women, I would be crushing hard on her. But I didn't.
"You don't seem to make time for even a small meeting, Mr. Andrew," She said and smirked. I sat down comfortably.
"What can I say? You're not the most pleasant person to make time for."
She was about to sit down when I spoke up again. "Oh no. You won't be staying long."
"It's been a week now, Mr. Andrew. Here's the file," She handed me a blue file which had at least fifty to sixty pages in it. "Here's everything you asked for. Now, pay up."
"Name your price," I finally said and she smiled.
"Just fifty million dollars."
"Account number?"
She smirked as she handed over a piece of paper. "It's a bank offshore in Corto Maltese."
"Fine. It'll be done by midnight."
She smirked again before leaving the office. I exhaled—I knew that dad didn't even look into any of my expenses at all, but a fifty million dollar transaction wouldn't go unnoticed if he did.
I looked at the file in front of me.
There laid the secret of everything that happened between mom and dad, and the reality of Xavier Valencian.
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Anastasia's Point of View:
I tried on the clothes he had sent and they perfectly fit me. As I changed back, I texted him and ended up laughing my ass out at his texts.
It was now late at night and I was expecting him to come home any second. Just then the door opened and I looked over at the main door to see Andrew walking in with a file in his hands.
He smirked as he saw me. "Oh, why did I think you'd be doing something and be busy for once?"
"Don't worry. That will be the case from tomorrow," I smiled at him sarcastically.
"Great," He flashed me a similar smile.
"Did you have dinner yet?"
"No." He looked up. "Wanna go out?"
Oh?
Wow.
He's unpredictable.
"Wow. This was easier than expected. A dinner date already?" I smirked at him.
He walked over to me, "Don't make it obvious, Anastasia. You are already in love with me."
I chuckled exaggeratedly and stepped back.
"Let's just go. I'm hungry as hell."
He smirked. "Sure."
Then we proceeded to go out to the Gordon Ramsay Restaurant that I came to realise was one of the most expensive ones in London. I was wearing one of my formal clothes, and so was he—and it definitely looked like we were a couple.
After we had a hearty dinner without making any scenes, we headed back home.
"Well, at least you're human. I had a doubt you drank blood," I commented as we entered inside and met with a playful scoff.
"Your humour is fading already," He looked at me and smirked. "What else is gonna fade?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna change." I was about to go into my room when I saw the file kept on the couch that he had brought earlier.
I was about to just have a glance when he spoke up. "Hey, That's off limits, Anastasia."
I'm sorry, I love to challenge people.
I looked back at him. "Why? What kind of dark secrets are you hiding, Andrew?"
"A lot of them, Anastasia Calder," He walked over and snatched the file from my hand. "Don't forget this is all pretend. You mean nothing to me."