Chapter 17: A Drunk Thought

Anastasia's Point of View:

"We drove to Miami for a fuckin' club!?" I exclaimed to Andrew who gave me a chuckle.

"What? Never had fun before?"

"Never wasted my time of life, that's for sure!" I said to him, "You do know we're here while our companies need us?"

"Come on, Anastasia, I'm disappointed in you," He smirked. "Who'd look at you and imagine you're no fun?"

"Why? Do I look so much fun?" I raised my eyebrow. "I'm literally the most composed, elegantly—"

"Drunk and sleepy blabbing woman," He completed my sentence and chuckled again. "Come on now!"

He grabbed my wrist and took me to the club gate. As the guard took a look at Andrew, he let us both in immediately.

"Don't worry, they'll know you soon too," He consoled me and nodded in an understanding manner, which was obviously sarcastic because he burst into a fit of laughter immediately.