"I'll wait until I've read the will." Adrian quipped back. So maybe he wasn't quite that untrustworthy. But it was something close. He'd really rather not find out the hard way here and now. Not that Angelina herself had given him any reason to think that she would actually follow through on threats.
He felt her hands connect with his chest and it rocked him back slightly. It wasn't enough to force him a step back but it was enough to cause his own body to tense in reaction. Oh so she wanted to make it physical. Adrian could always make it physical. "Your heart Angelina? And here I thought you made your decisions with a much more useful part of your anatomy." As if to prove his point, Adrian lashed an arm out and palmed her hip, yanking her body forward pelvis to pelvis. He far preferred she make decisions far from her heart.
His hand didn't let go, doing his best to hold her close to him. He had a million things to say but each and every one of them was lost the moment she said her 'relationship' with him was separate from the one she had with Oliver. His lips turned into a nasty sort of snarl. "I might have been honest with you one night Angelina but that doesn't mean we have a relationship." His fingers tightened in her hip. "And if fucking me makes you feel so guilty then go. You're far from the only willing fuck on this island." His words were perhaps a bit more venomous then he would have intended. Fucking island making him act like an emotional woman.
He really didn't want to care, but it was clear by the expression on his face that he did. Fuck him.