#Chapter 155 King Frederick

That night, Andrew and I attended a feast in honor of his re-election. It was held on the Victorian floor of the building where Lisa’s wedding was to be held—the same floor, in fact. The same floor where Andrew and I once made love. I blushed at the memory as Andrew and I walked by that very spot. “Such wonderful memories here, right, Crystal?” Andrew whispered in my ear. He smirked at me and winked, making me blush harder. “Yes,” I whispered back, squeezing his bicep, “some of the best.” “Onlysomeof the best?” he teased. “Well, I have so many other amazing memories with you to compare them to.” I bit my bottom lip suggestively when no one was looking. He chuckled and pinched my side playfully. “Behave, love,” he mock-scolded me. “Wearein public.” I pretended to pout, then bumped my hip against his gently. “All right, no more playing around,” I said reluctantly. “Time to show me off to all your allies.” Andrew g