He saw how innocent Fanny's eyes were but for some reason, he deceived himself that it was only as deep as skin.

He wanted to believe he could have her just like anyone else he'd slept with.


And now there are so many layers to her innocence that it hurts to be around her.

Michel denied it until he saw the look on her face when he made her come.

It's like she doesn't know what's going on with her body.


That's because she's so goofy and naive.

Michel stood so far away from her with anything like that, he couldn't even bear to stay longer than a second in this situation.


"Damned." He cursed as he stomped toward the door, opening it to then leave, slamming it behind him.

As soon as he left, it was as if all the energy had suddenly left Fanny as her legs let go and she slid down the wall, resting her forehead on her knees, tears beginning to flow silently.

She feels humiliated. Yes, insulted.

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Fanny tried not to see Michel the next day.

She thanked god he was absent at breakfast so she continued to stay away and stay in her room most of the day as there didn't seem to be any pending medical emergencies needing her help.

She almost tries not to talk to anyone until Andy knocks on the door and walks in to check on her.

During the three weeks, she was at home, they became somewhat of a friend, talking every day.

"Hey, Short legs. What are you doing? Christian says you're here." He calls her by the nickname he and Carlos gave her when they teased her about her petite body.

Fanny tried to stay calm so as not to show him that something was wrong and quickly sat up on the couch, tucking her hair behind her ears to try to correct herself.

"Uh, sorry. Where did you find me?" she asked, hoping it didn't sound strange.

However, her gaze was not on Andy, immediately discovered that her voice was also hoarse and weak.

Andy looked her up and down as he sat down on her bed, directly across from her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked softly, taking off his shoes to pull his feet onto the bed, sitting cross-legged.

Fanny started to nod, but when his words triggered something in her, suddenly she started to cry.

Before she knew it, she was sobbing in her palms, unable to hold it in anymore.

Andy hesitates for a moment there, too shocked to know what to do, his lifestyle has hardened him so much that he doesn't know how to deal with a crying girl in front of him.

Finally, he got up and slowly sat down beside her, carefully pulling her into his arms, and patting her back.

"Fanny, what's wrong? Did something happen? Carlos scared you again?"

Fanny kept herself calm while she shook her head quickly, trying her best to control herself again.

"It's just... I..." She hiccuped, continuing to cry on his shoulder.

Andy lets her cry for a few more minutes, notices her then slowly calms down, sobs turning to whimpers as he lifts her face, her face a mess.

He quickly got up to go to the bathroom to get a tissue, gave it to her when he returned to her bedroom, and then went to sit in his original position on her bed.

"Speak. Something must have happened, hasn't it?"

He watched her wipe her face, blow her nose, and then dab a fresh tissue at the corner of her eye, wiping away any remaining tears.

"It's really...just everything." She began, voice hoarse, lips slightly swollen.

"I'm here. Away from home, best friends, and work. I'm worried about my dad too. How does he know all this? It must have been hard..." She choked, pressing her lips tightly against his so they wouldn't break again.

"...and then this with..." She interrupted her again, shaking her head at herself, not sure if she could tell what happened to Michel. Andy listen or not.

"Uh?" Andy remained patient, waiting for her to continue.

She shook her head again as if to say it was nothing, but Andy insisted, asking her again.

"Tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Fanny gulped as she looked up at Andy and bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Something happened... to... to Michel..." She admitted in a reasonable tone.

She was shocked when Andy's expression didn't change and just nodded in agreement.

"Uhm. I think it might eventually happen."

Fanny looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

He casually shrugged, leaning back against the bed to make himself more comfortable.

"Yeah, you two aren't very subtle. So 'something', what exactly does it mean? You slept with him?"

No… just… he… and I…"

Andy saw her blush so much that he felt bad to go ahead and embarrass her like that. She's having a hard time talking about these things.

And he also understood the gist of what she said.

He assumed that Michel had to do something like touch or feel her or make her touch him.

He knows for sure that Michel didn't kiss her.

Because Michel never kissed.

"Okay, I get it, I get it." He reassured her.

Fanny adjusted herself in place on the couch, grabbing a pillow to keep it against her chest as she continued.

"And I just let it happen. Then somehow he freaked out when he found out I was..." She paused, trying to be speechless.

Again, Andy helps her.

"You are? What? A virgin?"

Fanny looked at him with a mixture of shock and shame, her eyes widening while her cheeks flushed red.

"How do you know?"

"Oh, we all know. It's written all over your face. I'm surprised Michel didn't realize that. Or maybe he chose not to." Andy explained casually as if he were telling her that everyone knew that her hair was dark brown.

"But don't worry about it. Michel is a master manipulator. That's why he's usually the guy who does all of our business negotiations. You start to hate him and when he's finished, you suddenly find you agree with everything he says. He's going to be a good lawyer. So then what? He found out and had a big panic?"