CHRISTIAN POV
And of course, the bastard was no one other than Adrian Lockwood.
When I turned, Adrian Lockwood was cutting through the room, shoulders squared, his jaw locked like he wanted to break something. Preferably me.
The audacity almost made me laugh.
“Adrian.” My voice came out flat, bored, like I’d just spotted a stain on my suit. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Didn’t realize you had enough time on your hands to attend functions. Shouldn’t you be busy fighting that underage s*x scandal case?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped, and his grip tightened on the champagne flute like he might shatter it.
all his life, Adrian Lockwood had only one obsession—me. Bringing me down, watching me crack. He wanted nothing more than to sit in that courtroom and stand as my father’s witness. To s
