Olivia’s POV

André didn't seem too happy but was reluctant to go to the door. The way he grabbed me tight showed that he'd rather fuck me than go to the door.

The knocking came again, and I sat upright and looked at Andre with a plea in my eyes.

"We should see who's at the door. It could be important."

André growled reluctantly, and I kissed him on the cheek.

"Fine. But it better be important."

We both got dressed as fast as we could. I pulled a robe over my naked body, but ...