ELLA
Being cold was something I never thought I was capable of until my life changed. He had pushed me to the edge, so I didn’t understand why he thought I’d sit and worship him for ruining everything I once knew.
I hated him.
And no, I didn’t regret what I had just said. But the moment I looked at his face, I almost did. There was a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but maybe it was my imagination. This was Adrian we were talking about.
Being hurt was a myth to him.
“Follow me. I won’t say it twice,” he said coldly before walking out.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
I rushed behind him, walking five times faster just to catch up.
“Slow down!” I shouted, breathless, but he ignored me.
“Adrian! I’m in f*****g heels!” I cried, stopping in frustration.
I bent over, resting my hands on
