Meet Up

♤Adrian♤ Astrid stepped in front of me as we walked into the restaurant. I watched her dominate the space. She probably didn't know it, but whenever she walked into a room, she owned it. The air shifted—and then it was all about her.  I liked it then. I still do now. Her hips swayed in the black dress she wore, drawing my attention to it.  Her dress ended mid-thigh. And, well, it turns out she was the hottest woman I’d seen in a while.  And it did something to my insides that she had my ring on her finger—whether real or fake. Tucking both hands into my pockets, I followed at a steady pace as she sashayed to the table where Aaron and his fiancée sat. The smile on Aaron’s face dropped the second he saw her. Then his expression hardened when he saw me. I just raised a brow. "Hey. Sorry, we’re late," Astrid said, and I pulled her chair out. She glanced at me, her eyes softening. "Thank you," she muttered, brushing her fingers over my arm. I nodded and sat down next to her. "No, no, we jus