Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1802

Andrew looked puzzled. "Which thing?"

Chantelle let out a cold laugh. "You have way too many girlfriends, and they all live together! I'm worried your stamina won't hold up, and you'll get completely drained one day. Anyway, I need to head back now."

She added, "You better get your body in shape because eventually, I'm moving into Serenity Villa too. I don't care how much time you spend with Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen, but you're going to give me the exact same amount! Otherwise, I'll march straight to the governor's office and tell them you're a con artist who seduces women!"

After making this fierce declaration, she yanked open the door and stormed out.

Andrew felt completely helpless. These women were all trouble, every single one of them.

They were like human vacuum cleaners when it came to draining his energy. They appeared so elegant and refined in public, so gentle and graceful. Yet, once they got into bed, they all turned into wild horses that could not be tamed.

Moreover, Chantelle shared striking similarities with Aspen. Both of them loved it when he took control, and both enjoyed being dominated.

That little whip from earlier had made everything crystal clear.

Even though Chantelle had questioned whether Andrew saw her as just a plaything afterward, she had gotten completely aroused after just two light taps. This kind of reaction was pretty rare. It also proved that deep down, Chantelle absolutely loved it when Andrew treated her that way.

"This girl has Stockholm syndrome just as bad as Aspen does," Andrew muttered as he headed downstairs. "Both of them are severe cases!"

"Honey, is Ms. Garcia's injury okay?"

In the first-floor living room, Lauren and the other two women had finished their training and were looking at Andrew with concern.

Andrew waved dismissively. "She's fine and doesn't even need treatment. Her martial arts foundation is better than any of yours. That little injury will heal in a day or two!"

During their intimate moment earlier, Andrew had checked her over carefully. Chantelle really was not hurt badly. Besides, a casual sparring match like that could not actually cause any serious damage. She had just endured some discomfort and twisted her wrist slightly.

Lauren muttered, "Ms. Garcia took one of my underwear sets with her. I don't know if my size will even fit her properly. Whatever, she doesn't need to return it; I'll just consider it a gift."

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