VALERIE’S POV.
I could hear Mark's loud footsteps approaching my door. From the sound of it, I knew he was angry. My bedroom door flew open as he stepped in, his face twisted with anger as he looked at me.
“What is it that I’m hearing?” he hissed, eyeing me up and down.
“I have no idea what you mean,” I said, avoiding his angry gaze as I pretended to be busy watching the birds outside my window.
He took two long strides and stood before me, his hands cupping my head, but not lovingly.
“How many times do I have to warn you to do as instructed?” he hissed, digging his fingers into my sunken cheeks. “Don’t you know I am a busy man, and the last thing I want on my plate is a grown woman who acts like a baby?”
“Newsflash, I don’t know how to act grown up. You should know by now I’m not e
