Adrian's POV
The whiskey burned all the way down my throat.
I lowered the glass, letting it rest against my palm, watching the amber liquid settle. Nicole’s footsteps upstairs were gone now. Her door closed.
I didn't know why I asked Nicole those questions; it just came out from my lips. I got excited by her body's response.
The front door suddenly opens, disrupting my thoughts. I didn't bother turning to see who it was.
Keys hit the console.
Liam’s presence announced itself the way it always does: confident, entitled, and loud without meaning to be.
“You didn’t reply to my message,” he scoffed out loudly, facing me.
There it is. I took another small sip, feeling unbothered. “I saw it.”
“That wasn’t an answer.” He continued waiting for my response.
I glanced at him then. His
