Chapter 7

KIRA’S POV

I sat at the table, my untouched breakfast in front of me. Aunt Linda had practically dragged me out of my room, insisting I eat something. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught my attention. I looked up to see Adrian settling in opposite me, dressed sharply in a black suit.

“Good morning” I grumbled but he continued to stare at the newspaper in front of him. It had been exactly a week since his release party and three days since I found him fucking a whore. This was the first time we’d shared a meal at the dining table since, but I doubted he was here to bond.

"Prepare yourself for tonight," he finally said, his voice breaking the silence. I looked up at him, the food in front of me still untouched.

"For what? Another porn series starring you?" I snapped, the memory playing on an endless loop in my mind.

He smiled—a twisted, almost genuine expression. "I didn’t realize you enjoyed such things," he replied coolly. "I bet you walked away with your panties so