Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Still, Andrew had no reason to question Chantelle over something like that, so he could only keep it to himself.

On the other hand, Chantelle had never looked him in the eye. Her posture remained straight and composed. Andrew could not stand the weird tension in the room anymore, so he stood up and said, "Well then, Ms. Garcia, once you're done cleaning up, you should get srest. I'm going to bed now." Chantelle stood up with him and laughed lightly. "Alright, Mr. Lloyd, good night!" Andrew headed upstairs, turned off the lights, and lay down. Since Chantelle was staying overnight at Serenity Villa, he could not have the three girls join him tonight.

Otherwise, if things got noisy, Chantelle would inevitably hear everything, which would be rather awkward.

Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen were thinking the sthing. Soon after everything was cleaned up, they each returned to their respective rooms and obediently went to sleep.

Andrew had already fallen asleep, but his phone received a message. He smiled, figuring it must be from Lauren, Francesca, or Aspen.

The three ladies clearly could not handle being left alone either.

However, when he squinted and opened his phone to check, it was not from any of his three beloved ladies. [Mr. Lloyd, are you asleep yet?] The message was simple, just those few words. However, it was the sender's nthat made Andrew look several times just to confirm he was seeing it right.

It was from Chantelle, the ice queen.

[I'm already asleep. Do you need something?] Andrew replied and put his phone down.

Chantelle texted back almost instantly, [It's nothing major, but I was wondering if I could trouble you for a moment. The window in my room won't close, and cold air keeps blowing in. It's really uncomfortable!] Andrew could not help but frown. [The window won't close? Hold on, I'll ctake a look!] Chantelle replied, [That would be great. Thank you so much! But Mr. Lloyd, please keep it quiet. I don't want to disturb Ms. Rhodes and the others!] Andrew got up and immediately headed to Chantelle's room. He moved very quietly, also worried about disturbing everyone else's rest.

Chantelle's bedroom door opened with just a gentle push. He carefully walked inside, where it was pitch black with no lights on.

"Ms. Garcia, turn on the lights so I can help you with the window." No one responded, and the room remained completely silent.

Andrew called out again about turning on the lights, but Chantelle still did not respond, so he walked over to turn them on himself.

The moment the lights con, he saw a figure sprawled across the bed, her nightgown pulled up, revealing soft curves and bare skin glowing under the light.

Chantelle's face was flushed red, though whether from alcohol or embarrassment was unclear.

Biting her lower lip, she looked at Andrew with shy, coy eyes. "Mr. Lloyd, you came!" Andrew was completely speechless. He looked toward the window, which was closed perfectly fine. In other words, there was absolutely no problem with it not closing properly.

He instantly realized what this supposedly aloof woman was trying to do. "Ms. Garcia, you've got guts, I'll give you that!" Chantelle's eyes darted away nervously. "I don't even know why I'm acting so crazy like this! Anyway, Mr. Lloyd, it's up to you. Either give it toor don't, and if you won't, I'll get dressed and leave right now!" Andrew felt frustrated. "I can give it to you, but you didn't need to cto my place for this, did you? Don't tellyou're like Aspen, enjoying the thrill and excitement of risky situations?" Chantelle's face turned red with shand anger. "I'm nothing like your little servant girl! Anyway, back when we were treasure hunting in that remote wilderness, you took my virginity. So from now on, you can't refuse me." sŵ Andrew shook his head and replied in a serious tone, "Ms. Garcia, I don't even understand the relationship between us myself! The main issue is that I'm not clear on your attitude.

I'm genuinely sincere with Fran, Lauren, and Aspen; they're truly my women." He continued, "But with you, if it's just a physical transaction, I don't think it's necessary!" Chantelle panicked. "But what if I'm being serious?" Andrew was stunned. "You're being serious?" Chantelle stammered, her heart racing. "I don't know if I'm being serious or not! Anyway, I want you to sleep with me. I know making this request makesseem pathetic and shameless, and you'll think I have no dignity!

"But I'm 30 years old now, and ever since that twith you, you can't stop thinking about it I'm not the type of person who likes to suppress myself, so chere!" Andrew chuckled bitterly. "So you're treatinglike a friends-with-benefits situation!"

Chantelle lifted her head defiantly, her pale neck tilted in pride. "Even if it's just friends with benefits, you're the ope getting the better deal! Are you going to tellsleeping withwasn't enjoyable? Didn't stroke that oversized ego of yours?" Andrew did not respond but instead stared at this woman, giving her a thorough once-over. Finally, he walked over and clicked off the lights.

The room fell into silence.

Then, Andrew's calm voice slowly emerged from the darkness. "You'd better prepare yourself for wobbly legs at work tomorrow! Also, keep it down later, or else Fran and the others will all know about it tomorrow!" Chantelle felt like her entire body was on fire, her heart nearly beating out of her chest.

"I'll try my best, but if I can't help myself, don't blme!" What followed was another long, tangled night of passion.

Through this night of intimate communication, Andrew discovered a huge secret.

Chantelle, like Aspen, very likely suffered from the scondition. Both had developed serious issues, and their cases were not mild.

She enjoyed being dominated, being overwhelmed, and liked it when Andrew used force until she was crying and screaming.

Andrew was absolutely sure that Chantelle had Stockholm Syndrome, too, and her case was just as severe as Aspen's.