Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1211

Andrew let out a cold laugh as he stared at the trembling Aspen right in front of him. "What am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? When you were trying to suppress Christina and Davon earlier, you used my presence to scare them off. Don't tell me you forgot that?"

Aspen flushed, both embarrassed and angry. "I didn't forget! But what I said—was any of it wrong?"

Andrew snorted. "No, it wasn't wrong. But you did get one thing messed up: your grudge with Christina has nothing to do with me, so don't drag me into it just to make yourself look good. You used your own boss as a pawn. That takes some guts, Aspen."

Aspen instantly felt a chill. She shrank back and begged, "I-I-I… I won't do it again, okay? Andrew, just let me down first. My butt's right up against the window, and if someone walks by and sees this, how the hell am I supposed to live that down?"

The corner of Andrew's lips curved into a teasing grin. "Isn't that perfect? You're my little secretary. This? This is very fitting."

Aspen almost blurted out, "Fitting your ass!"

Her position was humiliating—bent over in the passenger seat with her ass stuck up in the air. Anyone walking past the luxury car could instantly tell what they were doing inside. Just the thought of it made her want to vanish into a hole in the ground.

She struggled and shouted, her face burning with shame, her voice trembling with fury. "Andrew! Let me go! Let go of me right now or I swear I'm not going to be nice!"

Andrew's hand came down hard twice, right on her backside. The heavy slaps sent a jolt through her, and her whole body tensed. The pain was sharp, making her eyes well up on the spot.

She hissed, "You bastard! You actually hit me?"

Andrew's voice was flat and cold. "What, did you think I was here to whisper sweet nothings to you?"

Just like that, he gave her a few more hits, solid and heavy.

Aspen did not even need to look. She could feel her butt had to be red and swollen by now.

She lashed out again, baring her teeth like a wildcat.

Andrew let out a mocking snort. One hand pinned her in place, the other grabbing a firm fistful of her ponytail.

Aspen's head was yanked back, her lips smeared with a mix of lipstick and blood. Despite the tears running down her cheeks, she smiled—fierce and full of spite.

"What? You gonna kill me now? Go ahead! I already know you're not the type to show mercy anyway!" Her voice trembled, but the fire in it refused to die.

Andrew stared at her blankly. "You know what you look like right now?"

Aspen had already thrown caution to the wind. She sneered and shot back, "Of course I do. A crazy bitch. A whore. Trash. Middle-aged lunatic. I've lost all my dignity already, so say whatever the hell you want!"