Vivica’s POV
Adrian’s suite was similar to mine, except his had a more manly decor and a large aquarium right beside the dining area.
I walked over to the aquarium. The sparkling water was filled with smooth river rocks, miniature aquatic trees, and various colorful fishes of all kinds swimming gracefully around. I stared at the fishes for a while before heading toward the living room.
“Feel at home. I don’t bite,” he said.
“Thank you,” I mustered, plopping onto one of the couches in the living room.
“Give me a moment, I need to get out of this,”he said, looking down at the second tuxedo he’d worn that night as he sauntered toward the bedroom.
“Okay.” I nodded.
His suite smelled just like him—a blend of camwood, vanilla and mint.
He suddenly spun back to me and asked. “Ar
