ALYSSA {MATURE CONTENT}

When I awoke the following morning, I was shocked to see that I was greeted with an empty bed, and I almost thought that both Andrew and Ella had left me, until I heard the sound of their laughter coming from my kitchen. I smiled to myself, something which I seemed to be doing a lot when it came to the father and daughter couple, knowing that the two of them were spending time together and that there was nothing my sister could do about it—she would probably be far too busy with Ben to give a damn who her daughter is with, or even what her daughter is doing.

The only thing Rebecca could do was stop me from seeing Ella, and she could even throw every manner of insults at me when she came to eventually pick her daughter up, but that wasn't anything she hadn't done before, so the thought of it happening doesn't even bother me. I was in too much of a good mood right now to allow some bitchass sister get to me today.

"I see that you are awake," Andrew was leaning against my doorframe with a grin on his face and dressed in the clothes which he had fallen asleep in the night before. He had described himself accurately last night when he said that he was sexy as sin, and the best part if that he is all mine, because I wasn't going to let him go anywhere and I wasn't going to let anyone else get their hands on him before I had the chance to officially make him mine once I returned from Spain.

"Well done, Captain Obvious," I laughed as I sat up and stretched away the aches and the pains, "what is Els doing?"

"Eating breakfast," Andrew said, "and you really should go shopping, your cupboards are looking a little on the empty side."

"If you love me, then you shall do it for me while I am in Spain, or at least get one of those many minions you have to do it on your behalf," I walked over to him, putting a quick kiss on his cheek, before I pushed him out of the way and walked into the bathroom. I wasn't stupid, and I also didn't want any surprises, certainly not while there was a three year old in the apartment, so I made sure to lock the door behind me so that Andrew couldn't join me.

I liked it when I was in the shower, because it meant that there was time for me to think, and it also gave me time to decide on things I would otherwise have been clueless on. The water, somehow, had a way of making everything else around me disappear and it only left me with a world where all my problems and thoughts consumed me. But all I could think about was the man who was, undoubtedly, on the other side of the door, and the things which he could do to me if we were alone right now.

The moment I closed my eyes, in an attempt to purify my mind, I found that the only thought which was present was that relating to what happened on Sunday morning before he allowed me to leave his bed.

"Morning," Andrew muttered as he put a trail of kisses along my jaw, purposefully missing my mouth, as he worked his way down my neck, only pausing when he got to the spot when sent me into a frenzy. He deliberately stopped and sucked on it, eliciting a highly pleasurable moan from my lips.

"Andrew," I said breathless as his hands moved effortlessly across my breasts, taking one of my nipples between his thumb and his finger, pulling on it hard. His mouth quickly covered my own and his tongue took advantage of my open mouth, and I didn't even bother to fight against him, because I knew that he would win and I didn't have the effort to be bothered with a pointless battle of dominance.

"This is a sight I could get used to waking up beside," his eyes never left mine, a smug grin covering his face, as I felt his fingers tracing the shape of my body. A feeling of sweet anticipation washed over me, the pleasure quickly building as he moved closer to my core, and it was amazing that this man didn't even have to touch to make me hot and bothered with him, silently begging him to fuck me as he had done the night before.

I was shaking in anticipation, knowing that he was deliberately going slowly, because he was nothing besides a massive tease. His erection was digging into my back, and I smirked to myself knowing that I had the same effect on him as he had on me, but I wasn't in the mood to be played with and I wanted him to hurry this up so that we could get the release we were both craving.

"Andrew. Please," I begged with my back arching off my bed, pushing my chest against his own, as my fists clenched at my sides and I attempted to control my breathing, something which was proving damn near impossible.

"Patience," he chuckled, using his fingers to brush over my nipples, painfully teasing them for his own pleasure, while his other hand brushed against my clit at an agonisingly slow pace, "it will all be worth it in the end. You know that as well as I do."

His voice was a husky whisper against my ear before he claimed my mouth with his own once again, swallowing the scream of pleasure which came when he increased the pressure on my clit—

"Are you alright in there, Aly? You seem to be taking an awfully long time," Andrew's voice and the sound of knocking brought my back to reality with a huge thump, knowing that I had gotten myself all hot and bothered because I allowed myself to be sucked into the memory of the best morning sex I had ever had.

"Uh. Yeah. Fine," I said because they were the only words which I could muster as I attempted to calm my growing arousal.

"You sure? You sound a little breathless from out here," I could hear the smirk on his voice and I wished that he could have seen that memory as I played it from my perspective, because I am damn sure even he would be somewhat breathless before the end of it, that's how hot it was that even he wouldn't be immune to it.

But, being the bigger person, I decided that I was going to ignore his comment and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. And, when I opened the door, I wasn't surprised that Andrew was stood on the other side of it, looking better than he should have done at this time of the morning. He should have looked like shit, like all normal people did when they first got out of bed, but he looked damn near perfect and all he had done was brush the creases out of shirt and moved his hair to the side with his hand.

"Andrew—"

"You are looking a little flushed there, Aly. I do hope that you weren't doing anything inappropriate in there," Andrew whispered against my ear and it sent shivers down my spine.

"No. I just had the water on a bit too high, so it was rather warm in there, that's all," I attempted to sidestep him and walk into my bedroom, but he had other ideas and moved at the same time I did, and then refused to move out of the way, even when I pushed him and tried to force my way past him.

"How about you tell me what you were really doing there?" he smirked. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with this, I wanted Andrew and I wanted him now, but had he not been here, I wouldn't now be feeling this flustered or desperate to the point that I wanted to drag Andrew into my bedroom and have my way with him. He took a step closer to me and allowed his finger to trace an invisible line from my neck down to where the table stopped just above my breasts.

"I don't know what you do first thing in the morning, but I was taking a shower," I was impressed with the level of confidence in my tone and just how easily the retort slipped from my mouth, even though I was anything but calm and confident on the inside, and there was only person who could solve that problem.

"Well, for the last three days, I have had to take very cold shoulders because I have been able to get a certain minx out of my head," he chuckled lowly and I couldn't help the smug grin now covered my face, knowing that he had suffered at the hands of his imagination and memories, "apparently I was unable to forget just how good you looked naked."

"Poor Andrew. Would you like a tissue to wipe those tears away with?" I mocked him, but that turned out to be a bad decision, as he walked towards me and forced me into a corner from which there was no escape. His finger traced a steady pattern up the inside of my leg until he reached the bottom of the towel, looking at me to silently ask whether he should continue or stop where he was, but it wouldn't have mattered what I said because I knew his game and I knew what he was going to do.

He continued his movement up my thigh, and I had to bit my lip in order to prevent a moan from escaping. "Y—Your daughter could ca—atch us."

"Only if you scream loud enough for her to hear you from the ground floor," he smirked, his finger sliding into me with so much ease that even I was surprised just how aroused I was, but I instinctively closed my eyes and my head fell backwards until it hit the wall. "So, are you going to tell me what you were really doing in that shower?"

"No—Nothing," I insisted breathless as I felt him add another finger, causing my back to arch and move towards his each time he retreated with his hands, his thumb having no difficulty in finding my clit. It really was too early for this, and I didn't know whether he was joking when he said that Ella was on the ground floor, or whether he had just said that so that I wouldn't fight with him.

"I think, Alyssa, that you were thinking about what I can do to you. Am I correct?" I am almost certain that, if I could open my eyes, he would be smirking at me right now as I moved my hands to his shoulders, just to ensure that I remained standing and that I didn't collapse under the pressure of the pleasure which he was bringing me, and my legs moved apart for the welcome intrusion of his expert fingers.

"N—No," I don't know why I was still lying to him, not when he knew that I was lying and it was such a stupid thing to lie about in the first place, but the pleasure was screwing with my brains and I couldn't think properly as I moved forwards and sunk my teeth into his shoulder, releasing the moan which had been stuck in the back of my throat since the moment his fingers first entered my body.

I was a shaking mess and I was right on the brink. It wasn't fair that he could do this to me, and it wasn't fair that he do it this damn quick either, not when I knew I could last longer than this when I was pleasing myself. Damn Andrew Collins for being so fucking good, and for knowing exactly what a woman wants.

"Don't worry, baby. I can't stop thinking about it either," his smooth voice hit my ears as he increased the speed at which his fingers were moving, bending them at just the right moment to cause maximum uninhibited pleasure.

"Fuck," I just about managed to say as I could feel that familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach, the pressure of his thumb moving over my clit and the speed at which his fingers were moving, it was simply too much and I became a quivering mess without him even giving me permission to do so. The explosion of my orgasm hitting me with a whole lot more force than I was expecting, and I could feel my legs giving out on me as I collapsed against Andrew's body, and he pulled his fingers out of me, taking them into his mouth so that he could clear way any evidence of what had just happened between the two of us.

"Next time, it'll be my cock rather than my fingers," I had just about managed to recover when he whispered those words to me and then walked away, disappearing into the kitchen as though nothing had just happened. The man never ceased to amaze me, even more so with his foul mouth and straightforward way of telling you something, though I wasn't going to complain, not if I got something like that every single time I stepped out of the shower after a steamy encounter with my thoughts.

I walked into my bedroom, and composed myself once again, before I even dared to get ready for the day ahead, I had to make sure Andrew didn't have anything else up his sleeve. I was sure that, given how today had started, that it was going to be a good one and not just because I was going to be seeing my parents for the first time in almost five years, but also because Andrew had given me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms a girl could ever have the pleasure of experiencing.

I quickly brushed thoughts of Andrew from my mind and threw on my joggers and a baggy sweatshirt, which had Puma on the front of that because, even at twenty-nine, I still had a guilty pleasure in the form of The Lion King and this was one of my favourite sweaters. I had just finished brushing my hair when Ella walked into the bedroom, her usual innocent smile on her face as she looked at me with wonder, running a piece of paper through her fingers which appeared to have a some drawing on it.

"And where have you been?" I grinned at her.

"Daddy took me to meet my nanna, but she had to go out with my new Aunty, so she brought me back here," Ella explained and I was relieved to know that Andrew hadn't been lying to me, and Ella actually had been with Diana when he seduced me with his words and his fingers. I would hate to know that I had tainted her innocent mind already.

"Is that for me?" I asked her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling my hair into a quick ponytail as Ella nodded eagerly at and handed over the piece of the paper which contained a picture of me, her and Andrew. The three of us were standing in front of a three-storey house and the sun was in the sky, as it often was in children's pictures, and Ella had put smiles on all of our faces with our names written above each person as well.

I would assume that either Andrew or Diana, depending where she was when she drew the picture, helped her with the names because I could see the faint outline of the dots which spelt each word out for her.

"What is this for then?"

"This is the house which you and daddy are going to live in together. And I am going to live with both of you," Ella beamed and I had never seen her happier than I did in that moment, even though I knew it was never going to happen, Rebecca would never allow her daughter to live with her sister and ex-fiancé, even though they were her daughter's father and aunty. But, at three years old, she could have any dream she wanted to have and, apparently, she was dreaming of the house in which she was going to live with Andrew and I.

"Are you now?" I smiled. I picked her up and put her on the bed beside me as I continued to look at the picture in my hand. I couldn't help the image which appeared in my mind, of living a normal life in a house, happy with Andrew and our own children, just getting on with our lives without the input from everyone else around us.

"Yeah. And do you want to know a secret?" Ella looked around the room to make sure we were the only two around and then she leaned in close, whispering, "Daddy told me that he likes you."

"Did he now? Well, I guess that I like daddy too," I laughed while she simply sat there and smiled at me. And, just because I loved the sound of her laughter, I took her moment of silence and her sitting there, staring into space, to start tickling her—I brought my fingers to her sides before she even had the time realise what was happening and she fell backwards onto the bed with squeals of laughter.

There was nothing more precious than the sound of a child's laugh, especially when it comes from a child that you love. Ella, next to Andrew, was everything to me and her happiness meant so much to me, that it hurts like a bitch knowing that is nothing I can do to ensure her happiness every single day of the week, not just on this one off occasion where I have been allowed to look after her.

"S—S—Stop," out the corner of my eye, I noticed that Andrew had just walked into the room, and that he had put a mug of something on my bedside table, but I was little pre-occupied to be able to thank him for whatever it was he had made for me, but I assumed that it was a cup of coffee because it's the same thing I had made him make for me Sunday morning before I left his place. "D—Da—Daddy. H—He—Help."

"If daddy helps you, then daddy is going to be in serious trouble," I said while I fought against her hands as she attempted to push me away from her.

"That's a risk which I am willing to take," he came up behind me and, before I could put a stop to him, I could feel his fingers digging into my sides and there was laughter from the three of us filled the room. "Quick Ella. Get her before she escapes."

"I am wa—warni—ing you. St—top," the laughter was preventing the words from coming out coherently. Ella's little fingers were tickling my neck and all I could see was the smile which was now covering her face, it was something that small which filled me so much joy, and the love which I held for this girl was ridiculous.

"I think you should apologise first. Don't you agree, Ella?" Andrew chuckled and his daughter nodded violently in agreement with his words, but I refused to say anything, which only gave the two of them a reason to continue with their assault. Andrew's fingers against my skin was like electric, and he knew it, though he wasn't doing it intentionally, at least that's what I would like to think.

"Fi—Fine. So—Sorry," I said breathlessly, the both of them stopping as quickly as they had started, Ella's blue eyes boring into my own before she moved so that her arms were wrapped around my neck and her head was resting on my shoulder. I remained laying down, putting my arms around her, and Andrew took the spot beside me, lying on his side while his eyes wandered between myself and his daughter.

"Do I have to go home?" Ella muttered.

"Of course you do, Els. You have to see mummy," I gave Andrew a subtle look, and it was a look in which he understand what I was thinking, without the need for any words.

"I don't want to see her, or my other daddy," both Andrew and I looked at her in shock as she announced that she had another daddy. I was always under the impression that she was living alone with Ella, not that it was anything to do with me, but when Ella told me that she didn't want to go home, then it became my concern, "he always shouts at me and it scares me."

"What's his name?" Andrew asked, but I had a feeling that I already knew who Ella was talking about and, for the sake of Andrew's anger levels, I hoped that she didn't know his name, otherwise it was going to cause one hell of a problem which I wasn't going to be able to deal with.

"I don't know. Mummy never told me his name, she just told me that I have to call him daddy, but I don't think that he likes me," Ella shrugged and turned her head so that she was looking at Andrew. It may have only been one day, but I could already see the love between the two of them, and I knew that he really loved her daughter as much as she loved her daddy. It was bittersweet that she was going to have to pretend that she didn't know who he was that moment that she left here with Rebecca, but at least that had met each other and had been allowed to bond.

"It's a good job that I am here then. I love you, Els Bels," Andrew grinned as he leant forward to put a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I love you too, daddy," Ella giggled. Her confused frown was replaced with a grin.

"What about me? Doesn't Aunty Aly get any love?" I joked, to which Andrew whispered something in her ear, and she started giggling again, nodding her head in agreement with whatever her father was telling her.

"We, as in my daughter and I, are in agreement that you don't deserve any love for the rest of the day," Andrew said and I, being the child that I am on the inside, stuck my tongue out in the most immature manner I could muster. This was the most relaxed I had been for a while, and it was definitely the happiest and most content I had been with my life for a while, and I really didn't want of this to end.

I had witnessed a whole other side of Andrew, and I loved it, it was a side which I wanted to see so much more of in the future. It was the side which cared about the people he was with, and the side which didn't have a care in the world, and it was the side which just took life as it came and never bothered to question to what was happening. This was the side which his daughter brought out of him, and it was the side which I loved more than anything.

"We're joking, obviously. Of course you get some love," Andrew grinned as he pressed his lips against my own. But, unlike the last time we had kissed when he was full of hot passion, this was gentle and full of love, it was something which I was thoroughly enjoying until he pulled away, and then I hated it. A smile was covering my face as my attention was drawn to Ella and the laughter which she was trying to suppress.

"What is so funny, madam?" I asked her, poking her sides.

"You and daddy. You are cute together," she continued giggling and I could feel my cheeks suddenly burning up as I rolled over and hid my face in the duvet, so neither of them could see my growing embarrassment.

"Your sister just text you. She said that she is sending someone else to pick up Ella because she is busy," Andrew suddenly said and I looked back up to see that my phone was in my hand, his jaw tensing as he gritted his teeth together, clearly unimpressed with the idea of someone else picking up his daughter besides her mother.

"Firstly. How the hell do you know my pin number?" I chuckled.

"Never use your year of birth for a pin number. Once people work out how old you are, that is the first thing they are going to guess at," I was too lazy to think of something clever, so, my year of birth was good enough at the time, since I didn't make a habit of telling people how old I was anyway.

"Secondly, you can tell my sister that I shall drop off Ella, and I am not having someone I don't know taking her home," I muttered. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and I am sure it won't be the last either, but I had told my sister that I wasn't going to have my niece taken home by someone I didn't even know. She never learnt though, and she was insistent that I wasn't allowed to drop Ella off, so I always had to give her to the person who had come to collect her—but now I knew the reason she didn't want me to bring Ella home and that pissed me off all the more, because it only confirmed that my sister was a selfish bitch who only ever thought of herself and no one else.

"We have got her for another night," Andrew grinned victoriously.

"And what about Spain? I am supposed to be flying out in—" I paused as I checked the time on my watch, "—three hours, and they are meant to be meeting me once I land."

"Leave it to me, Aly. I will sort it all out for you," Andrew grinned happily, and I knew that I could trust him to do whatever he was going to do, because he just wanted to spend some more time with his daughter and myself, "now, finish getting ready, because I am going to take my two favourite girls out for the day."

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