Adamo’s POV
As Adamo followed Sade to the elevator, he could tell she was angry—but not because she had to meet with Marco. She was angry because it had been a complete waste of time. Somewhere, deep down, she had actually thought Marco would be genuine. That he would finally give them a real apology. But, as always, he had disappointed her.
The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. A few others were already in there, but Adamo didn’t care. He turned to her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest. She sighed, melting into his embrace, her face pressed against him as he held her all the way up to the 12th floor.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a woman smirking at him, blatant in her interest despite Sade being right there. He almost rolled his ey
