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 ...