"Using me to make your ex-fiancé jealous, are you?" Adrian's cold words hung in the air as the Bentley pulled away from the diner.
I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The alcohol from the beers Julian had forced me to chug was making my head fuzzy around the edges.
"No! I wasn't—I didn't—" I stammered, mortification heating my cheeks. "Julian was choking me. I just wanted him to stop."
Adrian's gaze flicked to my neck, where I could feel the skin bruising from Julian's grip. His expression didn't soften, but something flickered in his eyes—a dangerous glint that made my pulse quicken.
"So you told him about our... encounter," he said flatly.
"I didn't plan to," I admitted, pressing myself against the door to put distance between us. "It just came out. I'm sorry."
