Adrian's POV
Mysterious woman again?
I blinked at the bold headline flashing across my phone screen, my grip tightening around the device.
Adrian Sterling spotted leaving a bar with a woman—AGAIN! Who is this mystery brunette?
She had appeared beside him multiple times. It's shocking isn't it?
I scrolled further, my jaw tightening as I read through the worst of it.
"Seems like Sterling has a type. But who is she?"
"Isn't he still engaged? Poor Nina!"
"Wait… isn't that his ghostwriter?? The woman who got dragged through the mud last time??"
And my personal favorite:
"Damn, this dude's PR team must be TIRED."
I closed my eyes, exhaling sharply. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
My phone buzzed, and I groaned, already knowing who it was before even looking.
I debated ignoring it.
Then it buzzed again.
And again.
Goddamn it.
With a frustrated sigh, I swiped to answer. "What?"