Chapter 4
Fleur
Bastien’s driver took me home.
He pulled up to the building and let me out, and then I took the long walk up the stairs to my apartment. If Adrien was still watching me, and he probably was, he would know that I had been gone all night.
Which meant he was in my apartment right now, waiting to bulldoze me.
I got the key into the lock and stepped inside. When I walked to the dining table where I normally put my stuff because it was such a small apartment, I saw him on the couch, looking mad as hell. “This really needs to stop—”
“We are still married.” He got to his feet, the volume of the choice making the glass shake. He was the maddest he’d been since the day I’d met him, his face red like a tomato. “You think I’m out f*****g around?” He raised his left hand, showing
