When Andi and Abel meet at a club they can't seem to get enough of each other. With Abel's cocky, bad boy, ways mixed with Andi's stubborn independence and being a tease also mixed in with the music business and messy baby mama's and twisted friends...
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I drag myself out of bed to this huge bathroom and turn on the shower. I yawn and grab a dress, a pair of shoes and underwear from the bag of clothes I brought over here to Abel's new house.
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"Andi, what are you getting up for, girl?" Abel groans from the bed.
"I have a meeting with the show and you need to get up too so you can pick Ditri up from Dante's and go to court," I say walking back to the bathroom laying my clothes on the counter next to the sink.
I tie my hair up and hear the shuffling of the covers and sheets being tossed around and Abel's footsteps along the carpet onto the tile of the bathroom before I feel his fingertips dance along my waist.
"Abel your dream girl gotta get to work." I smile trying to take his hands off me. "Come on now."
"Work is always gone be there, though, they can't fire you." He mumbles kissing me down to my neck.
He turns me around to face him. "But you're always gonna have meetings, Sweets, call in sick this one time."
"Abel, no," I groan. "This could be very important we could be getting a second season. Stop."
"So what? They'll be able to tell you some other type of way, Andi, come on." Abel's hand travels down to my ass. "Just this one time."
"Abel no-" I hear my phone ring in the bedroom and I quickly wiggled out of Abel's arms to go answer the call. "Hello?"
