SAMANTHA’S POV

"Good morning Samantha," Andres greeted. He had a wide grin on his face, for someone who loathed his brother, Andres' grin was quite suspicious.

I sucked in a breath and placed the brush on the dresser, he walked in closer and I turned to face him. I didn't want him to see how apprehensive I was, "Good morning Andres," I replied, a wide smile dancing on my lips.

He looked around the room and back at me. I heard him exhale deeply, and I could swear it echoed through the room, there was a long pause. He cleared his throat, "I was thinking if I could have a word with you,"

I rubbed the back of my neck with my hands, it was awkward standing there with him in the room, after what happened. "Yeah sure," I mumbled.

He smiled and stretched out his hands, I cautiously placed mine on them and he squished them warmly–Andres was acting strange.

"Thank you, I promise I won't take much of your time," he said,

I pointed towards the door, "Can we have the conversation outside, downstairs in the livin