Amara’s POV
I kept going back and forth, wondering if I should kick the door open or knock a few times to make them think I was still waiting for them to finish.
Who cares?
Parker and I are only married on paper because he needs me, and I need him. We don't have anything in common. I let out a soft gasp and held my chest while running upstairs and crying because I was so jealous and paranoid about what was happening!
After an eternity of staring at the clock, I finally heard a knock on my bedroom door. With a frown, I stood up and let out a heavy breath, then opened the door. " Do you want something? If you mean to ask, Have I eaten yet? Yes, I ate all the food in the kitchen."
He beamed at me in disbelief; perhaps he thought I was behaving strangely this time. "No, Amara, nothing
