Amara’s POV
I rose with a severe headache and immediately stretched out my arm, then I looked around. "Parker? Where are you?"
I walked downstairs, filled with uncertainty as I yelled his name throughout the house. "Parker?"
Then I noticed a man in the kitchen who was bare-backed while sipping his coffee, and I am sure that was not Parker!
He glanced up at me, grinned, and said, "Good morning, Amara."
“Donovan, what are you doing here? And where is Parker?”
He smirked at me, “Oh, he didn’t tell you about it?”
I walked towards him and paused. “Huh? What about it?”
He took another sip of his coffee and said, "He left you already, Amara."
His words didn't register with me; I thought he was kidding, so I asked again. "Please explain what you mean."
"Oh, poor you," he laughed
