As the days passed, the noise from Andreo's room continued, disrupting my attempts to focus on my studies. Despite my initial confrontation, I tried to ignore it, hoping that the situation would resolve itself. But as the problem persisted for an entire week, my patience wore thin. Fed up with the constant disturbance, I finally decided to confront Andreo once again. Steeling myself, I marched over to his door and knocked firmly, determined to make him understand the impact of his actions. To my surprise, Andreo answered the door wearing nothing but a towel, his toned abs on full display. My cheeks flushed involuntarily at the sight, and I stumbled over my words as I tried to convey my message. "Could you please keep the volume down?" I managed to stammer out, my voice wavering slightly. But before I could finish speaking, Andreo pushed me against the wall, his proximity sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You better stop talking, princess," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "I have a headache." In that moment, my knees went weak, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from his lips. Lost in a whirlwind of desire and confusion, I struggled to maintain my composure. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Andreo released me, stepping back as another woman emerged from his room to investigate the commotion. Without a word, I turned and fled, my heart pounding in my chest as I raced back to the safety of my own room. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't shake the feeling of Andreo's presence lingering in the air, his words echoing in my mind. And as I collapsed onto my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises awaited me in this new chapter of my life. As the days went by, I found it increasingly difficult to get Andreo out of my mind. His chiseled abs and perfect face haunted my thoughts, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and uneasy. One day, my roommate approached me with an idea to go clubbing. She insisted on giving me a makeover, claiming that I looked like a "granny" in my current clothes. Reluctantly, I agreed, and as I looked in the mirror after the transformation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. Was this really me? I look stunning let's go Maddy said. We arrived at the club, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over me. The sea of people and their curious glances made me self-conscious, but my friend reassured me that I looked stunning. At the bar, she handed me a drink, a margarita, and encouraged me to enjoy it. Nervously, I took a sip, the taste unfamiliar yet strangely enticing. Before I knew it, I had finished the entire glass, feeling a warm buzz spread through my body. With the alcohol coursing through my veins, I found myself loosening up, the worries of the past few weeks fading into the background. Suddenly a guy approached me and asked if I wanted to dance, I said yes without hesitation. We danced and laughed, the music pulsing through the crowded club. But as the night wore on, his touches became too familiar, too invasive. When he tried to kiss me and suggested going back to his place, alarm bells went off in my head. Panic rising, I pushed him away, my heart pounding with fear and confusion. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Andreo emerged from the shadows, his presence a sudden shock. Without hesitation, he delivered a swift punch to the guy who had been harassing me, his anger palpable as he defended me from harm. With a mixture of confusion and gratitude, I watched as Andreo scolded the guy, revealing the sinister intentions behind his actions. My initial anger towards Andreo for ruining my night dissolved into a sense of appreciation for his protective instincts. He looked at me and started yelling. "What were you thinking this isn't a place for you he scolded. I don't know what you're talking about I can do anything I want I said intoxicated. My newfound sense of empowerment led me to make a reckless decision. Fueled by alcohol and defiance, I defiantly ordered another drink, determined to prove that I could handle anything that came my way. As I downed the drink, a sense of invincibility washed over me, blurring my vision and dulling my senses. Andreo's frustration were evident as he pulled me out of the club and into his car, his words sharp with admonishment. I tried to protest, to demand answers, but he remained resolute in his silence. As we arrived at my dorm, I stumbled out of the car, feeling the effects of the alcohol taking hold. In my intoxicated state, I couldn't control the nausea that overwhelmed me, and I ended up vomiting on Andreo, a mortifying display of my lack of composure. Apologies spilled from my lips, but Andreo's anger was palpable as he demanded my room key. With trembling hands, I fumbled for the key, and he ushered me inside, his tone terse and commanding. But when he instructed me to undress, my shock turned to defiance. Why did he want me to do that? I protested, refusing to comply with his demands. His frustration mounting, he stormed off, leaving me alone to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within me. As I lay on my bed, the events of the night replayed in my mind, leaving me with more questions than answers. What was Andreo thinking? And why did his actions leave me feeling so unsettled yet strangely intrigued? With a heavy sigh, I chastised myself for entertaining such thoughts, reminding myself to keep my mind out of the gutter and fell asleep.