Crazy Meets Crazy
A shot of sharp pain passed through his foot.
Ouch, he cursed inwardly.
Adrian looked up to his assaulter, and he was not surprised to see the caramel skinned, obviously brainless beauty in front of him.
“I am so sorry,” the lady said and Adrian scowled at her. She was wearing an expensive looking black dress and she looked like the rest of the party, her brown curly hair was styled in some exquisite style. She wore shiny and expensive looking jewels on her neck, her lashes were too long to be natural and way too much makeup was caked on her face. She was either the young trophy wife of one the businessman or a daddy’s girl. Either way, she was the type of woman that he hated and avoided by