Does Andrew have an affair?

"And we also found this." The security personnel said as he brought out the stacks of cash given to the photographer by Mira.

Andrew's smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression. The security personnel handed him the money found in the photographer's bag.

"Give the camera to the security personnel," Andrew ordered, his voice firm. "Wipe out everything in it and return it to him."

Andrew understood the photographer's desire to make his family proud. But using illegal means was unacceptable.

He walked to Mira's room, allocated by his mother. He knocked.

Mira groaned from inside, hastily hiding the pictures under her pillow. She opened the door, attempting a smile.

"Good morning," she greeted.

Andrew's expression remained stern.

"If you want to engage in illicit activities, don't do it here," he said. "This house belongs to my late grandfather. Show some respect. Take all your dirty affairs to your house or you get a hotel."

Mira's eyes widened.

"I didn't do anything nasty," she protested.

"The photographer you brought last night said otherwise," Andrew countered.

"From now on, you'll be searched thoroughly before entering or leaving," Andrew warned and walked away.

Mira felt a surge of anger.

"Am I a criminal?" she asked.

Andrew turned to leave.

Mira decided to call the photographer. But her number was blocked.

She wondered why he had blocked her? Suddenly her father called.

"What's wrong with you?" her father asked gruffly. "You haven't been coming to the company since you moved into the Thompson's mansion."

Mira sighed.

"I just found out that you haven't been coming, lots of emails have been piled up,I was wondering why the workload was less. Is this how you want to run the company when I give it to you. You better hurry down here this minute."

"I'll be right there," she said.

Mira got dressed, frustration building inside her. She headed to the company.

As she opened her door, she heard Astrid and Mrs Lydia laughing in the kitchen.

This was her chance.

She picked a compromising picture of Andrew and Kimberly. Placed it on the dining table.

"Astrid, I have proof," Mira said.

"I know you're a hopeless romantic, person, you've always wanted to find that special person right from when you were little so you'd be happy forever but..." Mira continued. "You deserve someone loyal,I know George couldn't fit into that category but I'm showing you that Andrew also doesn't fit in there."

Mira's phone rang, interrupting her.

It was her father.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

Mira hesitated.

"I'm on my way," she replied.

Astrid's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

At first, she thought it was photoshopped. But with a closer look, one could tell it wasn't.

It was real.

How could he? she thought, her mind racing.

She had been trying to find a way around the arranged engagement. And now, this.

He was busy making out with his secretary.

Were they making out before, when they went to the club together? Astrid wondered.

Astrid didn't suspect a thing between them. But now, it seemed like they were only pretending because she was around.

" Are you willing to spend your life with an unfaithful guy? You really need to think about it. I have to go now," Mira said, breaking the silence.

"I hope you play your cards properly. Don't let him use you."

Mira turned to leave, her words lingering in the air.

Mira walked down the stairs before turning away.

"Do not believe her," Mrs Lydia interrupted, her voice cautious.

"She doesn't care about how you feel. She just wants to break both of you apart."

Mrs Lydia's words were cut short as Astrid held up the picture.

"But look at this," Astrid said, her voice trembling.

"It's real. Check out the date written on it. It was taken yesterday."

Mrs Lydia's expression changed from skepticism to shock.

She saw it, and she was speechless because it was true.

It also didn't look photoshopped.

Astrid's rage simmered, building with each passing moment.

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

But it was no use.

She stormed into Andrew's study, the picture clutched in her hand.

"What's this?" Astrid demanded, her voice furious.

"What exactly is going on between you and Kimberly?"

Astrid slammed the picture onto his desk.

Andrew looked up, startled.

"Where did you get this?" he asked

"Does it matter?" Astrid asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Oh, you didn't want me to find her, huh? You planned to hide your little office romance."

"Why exactly am I angry?" Astrid wondered.

And then, Andrew asked calmly, "Why are you upset?"

Astrid's emotions softened slightly as she tried to figure out why exactly she was angry.

Why was she enraged by these pictures? Why did she deserve his loyalty? They weren't even engaged.

It's just the pregnancy that keeps tying them together, Astrid thought.

If she wasn't pregnant, she would be somewhere else. Living somewhere fancy, alone, and satisfying Andrew whenever he came over.

But because of the baby, they can't do what they always did.

So now, because of that, he decided to replace her with a secretary.

Why did she get annoyed? Astrid asked herself. Was it pregnancy hormones that made her behave this way?

Mira already said that Andrew wasn't a loyal guy. They were only getting married because of the baby.

They can't be intimate anymore. That's why he took his secretary.

They should really have feelings for Andrew, she thought.

Why does she act up this way? Astrid wondered.

Astrid was lost in thought. She decided to find somewhere else to reflect on herself.

...

Suddenly, Astrid was pulled by a strong force without notice.

Before she could understand what was happening, Andrew's lips crashed down on hers.

He lifted her onto his desk, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Astrid felt a rush of emotions flowing through her, but her desires topped them all. She couldn't remember the last time Andrew kissed her this way.

Astrid's mind went blank as Andrew's lips claimed hers. She felt a rush of emotions, her anger momentarily forgotten.

Andrew broke kiss but their faces were still close,he smiled and waited for her to catch her breath and look at him but Astrid felt shy.

'what did they just do' she asked herself,her face was bright red because she didn't expect it coming.

"How did I do?" Andrew asked with a sheepish smile his eyes sparkling with affection.

Astrid blushed deeper, unsure of how to respond. She tried to lower her head, but Andrew used his index finger to raise her chin.

When Astrid wasn't saying anything he kissed her again, this time he wanted the bold Astrid to come out and the shy one to go in. He wanted the Astrid who always teased him anywhere they went and made him want her everytime.

'She shouldn't be doing this' she thought. But she couldn't help herself.

Andrew's kiss deepened, his lips moving expertly against hers. Astrid's resistance melted away, replaced by a growing desire.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Andrew's hands roamed her back, sending shivers down her spine.