The next morning, Sara dragged her sore body out of bed. The man was already sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast with impeccable posture.
His "One That Got Away" had returned, yet he still devoured his wife with such fire the night before. Sara truly hadn't expected it.
He really was a calculating businessman. He wouldn't let his "investment" go to waste.
"You tore my dress last night. That was a limited edition."
Sara had been his assistant for a year and his wife for three. She had learned from the best. As soon as she sat down, she started imitating him—keeping score.
Adrian sliced his food elegantly, not looking up. "What's going on between you and Bella?"
It sounded casual, but it was undoubtedly an interrogation.
Sara stiffened. "Did she complain to you?"
Adrian remained unhurried. "Did you get physical?"
Sara gave an awkward smile. "We just exchanged a few words."
Only then did he lift his head, fixing her with a half-smile that didn't look friendly. "Do you need me to mediate?"
His gentle tone made a chill run down Sara's spine. "No need. We've already talked it out."
Adrian was silent for a few seconds. "So, because of her, you gave me attitude in bed?"