ADRIEN'S POV
After making sure I had dropped Isabella off at what I knew wasn't her house, I managed to reach my own house within minutes, getting out of the limo and walking gingerly as Thomas opened the front door.
I stepped inside the mansion already feeling the weight of the night settle in as the heavy front door thudded shut behind me, the silence of the mansion heavy enough to choke on. Cameron was already waiting in the sitting room, arms crossed and narrowing his eyes like a hawk tracking prey. I knew he'd be there.
"You're early," I said, dropping my keys on the console.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he let the silence stretch, then finally said, "I thought you hated the media circus—the flashing cameras, the public drama. Yet here you are, practically announcing to the world you have a girlfriend." he whined, his voice dragging out the words like a kid complaining.
"Get out," I shot back, not even trying to hide my annoyance.
