Elena's POV
Monday morning felt like the calm before a storm I had personally created and now had absolutely no idea how to stop.
After spending the weekend having a mild panic attack about the whole fake dating situation, I was now at work, trying to pretend everything was normal.
I was sitting in my chair, halfway through an email when Adrian appeared at my office door, leaning against the frame.
"So," he said, arms crossed, looking way too pleased with himself. "Anything you want to tell me?"
I slowly closed my laptop and dropped my face into my hands, groaning.
"Please don’t start."
Adrian laughed and walked into my office like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment.
"Too late," he said, sitting down across from me. "I already know."
I looked up at him.
"Know what?
