I close the door behind me as I step out. He's not in his room, and he's not downstairs, so where is he?
I proceed to check the gym and the pool area, but Adrian is still nowhere to be found.
Lucia called and said she wouldn't be able to come in today. I would have asked her to put a call through to Adrian.
Should I call him?
"No," I shake my head lightly.
Not after whatever went down yesterday. It's still so fucking embarrassing.
But at the same time, I need to know where he is. He was shot just last night, and this morning, he's already out of the house.
Screw it.
I take my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and press on his number.
The phone rings once, twice, thrice….
He answers, but there's silence on his end.
I swallow lightly. "Adrian?"
"Elena," he responds with his deep, barrel voice.
"Where are you? I looked around, but couldn't find you. Did you step out for something or..."
