Adrian

 I stared at her retreating back as she shut the door behind her.

 “Fuck!” I kicked the empty can next to my foot. The day was already ruined.

 I had been the one who specifically asked Martha to book her as the event planner for the party. I wanted to see her again, to prove to her—and maybe to myself—that I’d moved on.

 But seeing her again, looking just as beautiful as she had five years ago, with her blue eyes still as mesmerizing and her lips still as tempting… it ...