Mia’s POV
After a steamy hot session of intense love making under the shower head, my feet wobbled like a hopeless drunkard which seemed to amuse Andrew.
It was the start of the weekend and we both lay side by side each other on the couch as we relaxed in each other’s embrace- my head in his lap and his hands tracing shapes on my my body and face.
This kind of comfort and warmth was peaceful and addicting.
“I was eight years old when he started tormenting me and abusing me in every way possible. I told my parents about it and it seemed like that man was actually my father’s biggest investor. Mom tried to defend me but dad completely sold me out to him. That was one of the reasons for their divorce but my mother never accepted me afterwards. So no one wanted to take my custody
