Amara’s POV
“Are you high, Melisa?” Parker asked as he stared at her.
Melisa dropped her head in shame because Parker was right.
“So if you don’t want me to tell your sister about what you did today, quit bothering me,” Parker said, pushing the luggage into the parking lot and slowly putting me inside his trunk.
"Okay, don't tell her. Could I have your phone number, please? I really want you, Parker!" If I heard correctly, Melisa kept pushing herself toward Parker. Luckily, Parker started the car and drove off, leaving the crazy woman feeling ashamed.
While I inhaled deeply, Parker slowed down the car. At a later point, he stopped in an area free of cameras and opened the trunk. He gave me a smile and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Do you think I'm okay? I felt like I was being held ca
