Chapter 69.

Andy’s POV:

I opened the door, my eyes widened by the scene, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting this. I was looking at a round table in the middle of the living room, there was a soft light, and candles, plates with served dinner, and the flowers from this morning gave the view an extra touch.

I was staring at every detail, my eyes were amazed, but I was still confused, is this for me? or for someone else?

“where the fuck have you been?” Harris’ voice came out sharp, he was behind me, “I was…” I turned to see his pissed eyes glaring at me, while a bottle of bourbon was in his hand, I frowned, “I don’t give a fuck…” he said, “is all of this for me?” I asked, he shook his head, “what the fuck am I supposed to do Andy? To make you stop treating me the way you’re treating me…” he yelled.

“I...” I started to talk, but he threw the bottle of bourbon to the ground, the glass shattering and the liquid spreading across the floor. I gasped, shocked of how much he was pissed. I didn’t know he’d be