Adrian drove to the club.
He needed to clear his head.
He needed to know why he felt so guilty about what he had said to Rhea.
He had never been the one to care about any woman’s feelings. His mom died giving birth to Luca, his brother and he did not have any sisters, so there was no woman on the planet he had ever tried to spare her feelings.
So why was tonight different?
The anger in Rhea’s eyes after he made that statement bothered him more than he wanted.
Maybe all you need is a good f**k from me to get over your father’s death.
What arsehole says that to his grieving wife? An arsehole like him, apparently.
His mind flashed to their passionate moment. He could still taste her lips, and he wanted more of it.
But not tonight. Tonight he was going to go f**k some other b***h to
