Adrian’s POV.
The past has claws, and It has a way of dragging you back, sometimes quietly, sometimes too loudly in unexplainable ways.
Tonight, it was screaming.
I listened quietly as the rain beat harshly rhythm on the rooftop, while I sat on the edge of the bed with my phone in my right hand. The line was disconnected now.
Dominic had just hung up with his usual show of arrogance and distrust. I did not care much. He was predictable, and that was all that nattered. It was what made him most useful.
But Celeste…
She was unpredictable, and it bothered me. So I was going to change that.
BEFORE.
It was a cozy night. I had just gotten back to my penthouse, tired from the extra long day I had.
Celeste crossed my mind, as she was still battling with the media, trying
