I'm not going to be corny and make this sound like a cheesy romance tv show where everything shoots sparkles and glitter when "making love". I don't consider what Andrew and I did was a magical moment, but I was more than satisfied.

Never have I ever been more connected with another human being, a man no less, and felt so complete and understood. The sex with Andrew was wonderful for the first time as well as the ones that followed that weekend.

Being able to climb the lap of such a mountain of a man, witnessing his strength all while being a victim of his gentle touch radiated me. I admitted to myself that I was in love with him...I loved Andrew Howell. Just thinking it makes my face beet red, but this was something I could never say to his face. He has a weird reaction to the "L" word, let alone ever say it....his kryptonite.

Plus I didn't want to sound like a total spazz, claiming I'm in love with a guy since I lost my virginity to him and he taught me things that could make my eyes roll back into my head.

After having such a fun-filled weekend I was unfortunate to wake up in his bed without him. The cold, clear silence and a lingering smell of biscuits told me he was long gone. Rolling over I found a note on his pillow along with a note so nice picture of me sleeping...sometimes I could kill him.

The note read: "You're so cute when you snore. Made your breakfast, but I ate it so here's something for lunch."

Andrew left me a hundred-dollar bill....he's such an idiot.

Looking at my phone I saw two messages from both Jasmine and Beckett. I still wasn't sure about how I should go about my situation with those two. Thinking about what Jasmine said when she came to my office, I did miss Beckett and had no feelings for him. I would want nothing more than to patch things over with him, I missed the old Becky.

However, Jasmines was a different story. For years she has been nice to me, said things that were nothing but lies just out of tolerance for her deceased brother. When deep down, she loathed me for some reason...this was not something I wanted.

Groaning, I rubbed my face and tossed my phone back down on the nightstand, Not ready to answer either of them. I decided to roll out of bed, clean up, starting with a nice hot shower and think of how Andrew and I would be spending our day together. Which was always exciting with his random ass.

I picked out movies, flipped through recipes to try as well as googled some random quirky we may want to go once spring gets here. My list of self-love is being conquered quite quickly thanks to Andrew, he always has an eye for weird places that give of the vibes that one could get murdered there...turns out they are hidden wonders.

There was a knock at the door and immediately I found myself springing to it, thinking it was Andrew. Only to realize how stupid that was considering he had his own keys....to his apartment. Perhaps he was spoiling himself with some packages after such a successful gallery. Online shopping was a small weakness we shared and obviously the only time I've seen him use the internet.

Too short to see through the keyhole, I went ahead and snatched up a pen in case I had to sign off on anything and opened the door with a smile. Something that quickly faded.

"Hey, there gumdrop," Hanson said as he slowly pushed himself inside in a friendly notion. "Is Andrew home?"

My nerves quickly went haywire and my heart was pounding in my chest. Andrew's voice of warning echoing in my ears as this guy casually forced his way in. Now standing in the living room looking around, probably looking for something to steal. My first worry was Andrew's camera equipment, those were practically his life's work and not exactly cheap.

"Um, Andrew just stepped out for a bit and he should be back any minute now." I lied horribly.

"That okay I'll wait here," Hanson smiled at me. "A nice place he's got. It's neat, spacious, getting some nice rustic vibes."

"Yeah, I think maybe you should go....or wait for him by the stairs down the hall." I continued to couch him out the door. "Andrew really doesn't like people in his apartment when he's not here."

"And yet you just let me in."

I inhaled deeply and remained strong. This guy was oddly handsome, charismatic, humorous, with stunning artificial charm. All great qualities of a bustling CEO...or a psychopath. I could already hear Andrew's anger with my stupid and naïve decisions. I needed to get this guy out of my boyfriend's personal space ASAP.

"I let you in because I thought you were the pizza man." I lied again, "Yeah he should be here any minute as well."

"Oh I love pizza," Hanson perked, "What kind did you get? Are you one of those people who think pineapple belongs on pizza?"

"Okay, first off. Pineapple does belong on pizza." I snapped suddenly. "Secondly, I really think you should leave because Andrew is a very happy but private person who does not want you here and I personally don't enjoy you contacting him constantly over money."

It didn't sound as bad as I probably made it out to be, but I was nervous and this situation was awkward. Talk about stress and I could see it on Hanson's face that I may have poked in the wrong conversation.

"So he told you huh?"

"Not in detail, just only that you needed money....money he doesn't have." I jogged over to the kitchen counter where I laid his note and pulled out the hefty dollar bill. I was actually going to use it for pizza but if it gets this weirdo out of the house I'll consider it a win. Plus it was on my list to give money to a complete stranger so, two points for me.

"Here, take this for your troubles," I said as I handed him the money.

"Wow, this is great Gum Drop...you're a good girl for sure," Hanson began. "but this isn't even close to covering what I need."

"But it's a start right?" I tried to remain optimistic. "So now you can run along now and bother Andrew another day...or never."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to need a little more before I can leave," Hanson said as he shoved the money into his back pocket.

"But...I don't have anything else." I was getting fidgety.

"That's not exactly true sweetheart, you've got lots to offer."

That small, little red flag went up. It was his choice of words, his body language, and perhaps even the look in his eyes as he stepped around me. Purposely putting his body between me and the only exit. Three things usually go through a girl's mind at the time when she is so unwillingly sexualized by a male. One: laugh it off, Two: get mad and snap...or Three: play stupid.

Honestly, I didn't see either of these options working for me. The bed was behind me, the kitchen was to my right but the chances of me getting over there in time to grab a knife or something to protect myself with were slim. on my left was the studio and the bathroom, perhaps if I could get in the bathroom I could lock the door and climb out the window.

"What's the matter, baby?" Hanson smirked.

"Nothing," I played it cool. "Just trying to decide how I should respond to your little joke."

"Wasn't a joke baby girl." Hansom advanced towards me, reaching out and taking my hand.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yanked from his grasp, now I was the one backing up.

"Oh? Kitty got claws."

"Get out!" I warned him, "Get out now or I'll scream."

That charming personality quickly faded and he snapped. Charging me and throwing his hand over my mouth, I felt Hanson throw his arm around my waist. I could smell the cheap cologne and cigarettes' he smokes on his clothes, his hand was rough and dry that scratched into my skin.

My fear level shot to an extreme as I tried to fight him off, remember the pen in my hand I reached up plunged it into his shoulder. Hanson released me and screamed.

"You little bitch!" he cursed.

I shot around him for the door but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him. The pack of his hand struck my face so hard I remember spinning around as I fell against the nightstand. Feeling his hands on my body once more, I grabbed Andrew's lamp and smashed it over his head. which seemed to do nothing.

Hansom threw me further up on the bed and I screamed only to be silenced by his fist. By this point I was crying from the pain he has inflicted on my face twice, my breathing was frantic and I think I was going into shock. Still, I fought him off the best I could.

He was so much smaller than Andrew but so very very strong. Kicking him away I rolled over and crawled, reaching for my phone I left on my side of the bed. Only to have him grab me once again, knocking the phone from my reach just as I touched the plastic of its case.

Now on my stomach, face down in a bed that once brought security. Hanson climbed on top of me placing all weight on top of me, ripping the back of my shirt down the middle. I screamed but he only placed his hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face tightly into the covers as his fingers twisted into my hair.

"Be still bitch!" I heard Hanson as his free hand traveled down my body. His very touch making me squirm and cringe as he tore my clothes. It was only when his hand left my body that I truly began to panic. I knew he was removing his own belt followed by his jeans.

That one hand remained on my neck, suffocating me with the fabrics we slept on. My vision was becoming spotty and the quilt designs on Andrew's quirky comforter were fading into black. I was cold, scared and now I couldn't breathe.

Just as I was about to pass out I felt his hand on my neck yank back roughly. I gasped as air returned to my lungs, his fist still entangled in my hair as his body lifted from mine with a force so strong I was pulled off the bed with him.

Then I heard Andrew's voice. Like a beacon, I held onto his voice and found my way back to reality. Lying on the floor, everything moved in slow motion as I fought to put together what was happening. The front door was open, Andrew had come home just in time of the attack and pried Hanson from my body.

Now they struggled in a brawl that sent them around the apartment like a tornado, breaking everything in their path. IT ended with Andrew on top of him, punching him repeatedly. I pulled myself together, reasserted what was left of my clothing, and raced to him.

"Andrew!" I cried out, throwing my arms around his neck. "Stop! you're killing stop!"

Hanson wasn't moving, and Andrew wasn't stopping.