Adrian sat beside Scarlett in her car as she drove them back home. He had not wanted to, but she had made a subtle threat about calling her mom to inform her if he refused. Adrian sat silently and woodenly on the passenger’s seat, looking straight ahead, stiffened not by guilt but by the fear of his agenda being thwarted because of some stupid, avoidable mistake he made.
Scarlet, on the other hand, had turned to observe him. Casually sizing him up again, inwardly grateful that she had caught him red-handed in his deceit. Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself earlier, she knew the lie he told her in the morning about being attracted to only women who were in her mother’s age bracket had gotten to her.
She had almost started doubting if he was truly the one she had met at the cl
