Edrick’s POV
Adrian would not shut up.
We were walking toward the office building, early morning traffic humming around us, but all I could hear was him.
“This is a disaster waiting to explode,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time. “You’re not some college kid sneaking around, Edrick. You’re married. You have a public image. A company. Investors.”
I kept walking, jaw tight, adjusting my cufflinks like that required my full concentration.
“And she’s your wife’s twin,” he added, incredulous. “Your wife’s twin, for God’s sake.”
“Adrian,” I muttered, “I don’t want to hear this. Please. You’re making it worse.”
“Making what worse? The truth?”
I shot him a look.
He did not flinch.
“You think this stays hidden?” he continued. “You think Aria won’t find out? Or the press? Or yo
