Edrick's POV
I sat at the bar near the beach, my laptop open in front of me. The waves were calm, the air was salty, but my head was a storm. The last thing I wanted was to be on this stupid honeymoon.
I sipped from my glass and stared at the screen. The proposal document was open, but my mind was somewhere else. Numbers and words blurred together. This marriage, this whole act, was choking me.
My phone rang. I picked it up. It was Adrian.
“So,” he said, laughing, “how’s the honeymoon going? Did the ice melt yet?”
“Shut the hell up,” I muttered. “You know why I’m here. It’s torture.”
Adrian laughed again. “I don’t blame you. She did force you into it. I still can’t believe you went through with the wedding.”
Of course I did. She was a cunning woman, her trap was well laid, and I fe
