His Touch

♡Astrid♡ The news was everywhere by the morning, splashed across every platform I could think of.  No wonder my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with calls and messages. Oh, and of course, my social media was no exception. Adrian was right—if this exploded, both our reputations would take a hit. And here we are. Don’t get me started on the comments. Cruel, biting, and downright nasty. Apparently, a good number of women weren’t thrilled that I married Adrian—and in secret, no less. I groaned, shutting off my phone and rolling onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Fantastic. My life was just about to become a circus. Silly of me to think I could get out of this sham of a marriage without consequences. Really laughable. I stayed in bed for a few more minutes, delaying the inevitable. The reality outside my door—and a certain brown-eyed man—weren’t things I was eager to face. And speaking of him, we were going to have to put on a whole show until the news died down.  Touching, smiling,