Chapter 23
Darcy's POV
After the climax happened, I felt empty again. I stood up naked, went to the bar and took a glass and a Cognac drink.
I could feel her eyes on me, not soft or playful like before, but sharp-accusing.
"Who's Adrian?"
The question made my heart skip. I froze. I felt a shiver ran down my spine.
I sat up quickly, removed the bed sheets from my body.
Burning up in anger and shame, I stiffened
"What?" My voice, harsh. I didn't care anymore.
"Adrian," she repeated, her voice rising. "You just moaned, another woman's name. While I was..." She gestured at the bed, her face red with a mix of humiliation and fury. "So who the hell is Adrian?"
I didn't answer. Couldn't. Instead, rage bubbled in me- I was angry at myself for letting Adrian slip in this bèry time, angr
