Astrid is MINE!!

(An hour later)

Astrid woke up, feeling a huge load on her chest. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Andrew; he fell asleep on her.

She smiled, gently patting his hair, reminiscing about what had happened earlier.

Suddenly, it hit her: today was Friday; she had to be at work.

Andrew wouldn't be bothered, though - he was the CEO; no one would question why he wasn't in the office.

She stretched her hand and picked up her phone, which was on the bedside lamp.

Fifty-three missed calls from Mrs Karen and other workers flashed on the screen; they also sent text messages.

Astrid's stomach knotted with anxiety.

Astrid stopped patting Andrew's head and reached for her phone to read the messages. But Andrew was quicker; he took the phone from her hand.

"What's that?" Astrid pleaded. "Please get off. I need to rush to work."

"You will go tomorrow," Andrew replied, his voice calm and soothing. "Take the day off."

"Please, you're different," Astrid said, frustration creeping into her voice. "You're the CEO; no one would ask why you're not in the office. But I would be asked why I can't skip work that way. I don't want to lose my job."

Andrew said nothing; he just closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat and continud caressing her stomach.

"Andrew!" Astrid screamed, trying to push him off. But Andrew wasn't bothered at all.

Even if her screams attracted his mother, she wouldn't be able to come in because the door was locked.

Astrid tried to move, but it wasn't working. Andrew's physique was four times bigger than hers.

She gave up because he wasn't responding.

"What do you want me to tell them tomorrow?" Astrid asked.

"Simply say you spent the day at the hospital; you weren't feeling well," Andrew said.

"But I'm not at the hospital," Astrid replied.

"You are," Andrew teased. "I'm your doctor."

"No, you're not," Astrid replied with a smile, playing with his hair.

Andrew looked at her, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm your doctor," he repeated. "You weren't feeling too well this morning, so I treated you. And now, I'm sure you feel better. Or do you need more treatment?"

Andrew's words made Astrid blush deeply.

They reminded her that she wasn't happy this morning, and she remembered why.

She wasn't sure if she should bring it up,he might not want to talk about it, she decided not to ruin the moment.

Maybe he was really having an affair with his secretary and didn't want her to find out.

She decided to let it slide and not ruin the moment.

For now, she would focus on the moment.

Kimberly arrived at work a little late, her eyes puffy from crying all night. She wondered why Andrew hadn't come in today. What could have gone wrong?

Could it be that Andrew was scared to come to work because of what happened last night? She, too, was scared of how Mr Thompson would react when he saw her this morning. Would he fire her and give her position to someone else? Or would he let her stay and pretend like it never happened?

Was Mr Thompson okay? Did he also drink too much because of what happened last night? Kimberly thought. She wondered if she should call him to check up on him, but then she remembered the promise she made to herself: she wouldn't care about Andrew's well-being anymore,she wouldn't give a shit about Andrew, whatever he does and if he hurts himself -none of them would be her concern she's no longer Crossing boundaries for him again. Their relationship would be strictly professional from now on.

Meanwhile, Mira felt overwhelmed by the over 1,000+ messages in the company system. She had been so focused on her own marital issues and the drama between Astrid and Andrew that she forgot about work. Her father was annoyed with her; she wasn't permitted to take lunch breaks due to her workload. Sleep-deprived, Mira now faced an even heavier workload.

"I wish I was home to watch Astrid and Andrew's drama unfold," she thought. "That's priceless entertainment, and now I have to sacrifice it for this company."

George woke up and thought about his life and he suddenly became furious. "How dare Andrew!" he thought. "He has the guts to steal my fiancée and beat me up? Such arrogance must be destroyed."

George e stepped out of the doctor's office, his wounds tended to. But the ache in his heart lingered.

He couldn't shake off the feeling that Astrid was slipping away from him. They had been destined to be together since childhood.

Astrid had always belonged to him, right from when they were kids. They were teenagers, and Astrid was already his. They grew up, and Astrid still belonged to him.

In George's mind, Astrid was meant to be with him forever, till the day she died. So, who was Andrew to try to steal what belonged to him?

Everyone knew they were engaged; they held their engagement party together.

"Why is Andrew doing this?" George wondered. "Mira is an absolutely beautiful lady; why doesn't he settle with her? What does he want with Astrid, who belongs to someone else?"

George's anger simmered as he thought about Andrew's attempts to steal Astrid from him. "I've been letting him borrow Astrid for a while, but now I want to take back what belongs to me."

George drove to Andrew's company, fueled by rage. He ignored the secretary's greeting and walked inside.

"Everything looks neat," George e observed. "No jacket on the chair... Andrew isn't here." He thought as he went to question about his whereabouts

George approached the secretary. "Where is Mr Thompson?"

"I don't know," she replied. "He hasn't come to the company today."

George walked out, deciding to head to the Thompson's mansion to find Andrew.

"If he's there, I don't care how far I'll have to go," George thought. "Astrid belongs to me, and only me. Andrew can't do anything about it."

The drive seemed endless, but George's resolve never wavered.

Astrid belonged to him.

No one would take that away.