I folded my arms slowly and looked at him.
"Why is it me?"
The question left my mouth before I could stop it. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was annoyance or the strange feeling that had been sitting in my chest since he said the words fake relationship like it was a normal business proposal.
Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He was watching me again.
I just noticed that he had this habit of doing that looking at me like he was trying to read something beneath my skin.
Finally he said calmly, "I already told you."
"I want a clearer answer."
His lips twitched slightly, almost like he found my stubbornness amusing.
"You’re fierce," he said simply. "Strong-willed. Stubborn."
I frowned and shook my head.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers loosely resting on the armr
