Ten years later.
POV: Adan Bradford
I sneaked into the bathroom, careful not to draw unwarranted attention to myself as I pulled my face cap even lower than it already was. My hands reached out into my pocket and I brought out my phone, scrolling through it to see if Derek, my manager, and personal assistant, had texted me yet, so we could both leave this place.
Shit! He hadn’t texted yet, and I hadn't even been able to figure out where he was seeing as the Ring court mall was busy, especially because it was a Saturday, and it was filled with many people who I was trying to stay far away from.
I had repeatedly told him to stay close by, but as he usually did, he was nowhere to be found when I needed him the most. I quickly sent him a text, stating exactly where I was and telling him to
