Adrian's POV
After shamelessly spying on my supposed enemy, I drove back to my office with a smirk on my face, feeling happy and proud of myself.
I had succeeded in driving away that horn dog who was waiting for the opportunity to get into her pants.
"Wait a minute, did I just call him a horn dog?? "Smiling".
That's like a pot calling a kettle black because am more of a horn dog than he'll ever be if am being honest with myself.
I ignored the curious look on the faces of my staffers, as I walked into my office and shut the door. Toby walked in few minutes later, eyeing me suspiciously as he shut the door. "He just can't pass on an opportunity to tease and frustrate me"
"Now I know why the great Adrian Fernandez doesn't smile often. Smiling doesn't suit you man, You look like a clown.
