Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1388

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?"