Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Aspen reminded softly, "Fran and Lauren are still waiting for us. They see me as one of their own now, and I can't just be selfish and keep you all to myself."

Andrew raised a brow. "So, what you're saying is the three of you... against one of me?"

Aspen's cheeks turned pink, but she smiled proudly. "That's right. What, Master- are you scared?"

Andrew gave a slow, dangerous smile and leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Tonight... I'm going to make you beg for mercy."

The words struck like a jolt of electricity, making Aspen's whole body tingle. She trembled slightly, torn between embarrassment and the heat spreading through her. She had a masochistic tendency, and Andrew's darker, commanding tone was her weakness-it would only make her heart race faster.

If he pressed just a little harder, she knew she would completely melt.

Just as Andrew reached for his phone to call a ride, it buzzed-Lauren was already one step ahead. After a quick exchange of details, she and Francesca pulled up in their car to pick them up.

Together, the four of them returned straight to Serenity Villa.

Inside the softly lit living room, the mood shifted. The four sat quietly, exchanging glances, not a word spoken. In fact, it was getting a little awkward.

Even Andrew found himself scratching his head, slightly uneasy. Truth be told, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. For once, his usual composure and confidence faltered.

Thankfully, Lauren, the "first wife", acted with her trademark decisiveness and grace.

"Aspen, Fran, since all three of us are here tonight, I propose none of us gets exclusive privileges. That wouldn't be fair-don't you agree?"

With a knowing smile, Lauren cut straight to the point. "Aspen, Fran... since all three of us are here tonight," she said, her voice light but commanding, "I think it's only fair no one tries to keep him to themselves. That wouldn't be very nice, right?"

Her gaze was playful, but her tone left little room for debate.

Francesca nodded shyly. "Agreed!"

Aspen immediately followed, flustered but eager. "Yes of course, I agree too!"

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Lauren clapped once, decisively. "Perfect. It's just past 11.00 p.m. So, I say we start with me. Andrew you'll attend to each of us in turn. Sounds good, girls?"

Francesca let out a quiet giggle, covering her mouth. "Sounds great to me."

Aspen ducked her head bashfully. "I'll go last... I don't mind waiting. You two go first."

Her sincerity warmed both Lauren and Francesca, and they liked her more for it.

Lauren sent Andrew a sultry glance before rising smoothly to her feet and heading upstairs without another word. Meanwhile, Francesca and Aspen followed shyly.

Serenity Villa was huge, and the three women had already picked their own room-three adjoining rooms on the second floor. Officially, this was for "Andrew's convenience", but unofficially, it meant he was expected to start again and again.

With heavy footsteps, Andrew approached the first door. From inside, the soundnoveldrama

of a running shower could be heard.

"This might be the most demanding job I've ever taken on, but luckily, I'm a professional," Andrew muttered with a wry smile.

After silently giving himself a pep talk, Andrew pushed open the door. He already knew-tonight would be no ordinary night. It would be a challenge-a test of endurance, a war waged in whispers and skin.

Nonetheless, Andrew was no ordinary man, and he had every intention of planting

his flag in every corner of this conquered kingdom-one room at a time.