Amethyst's POV
"I'll be back in California in three days. I want you to stay in our penthouse or at our beach house," Devon said as we all disembarked from the airport, the chaos of the terminal surrounding us.
"Correction. YOUR penthouse and YOUR beach house," I pointed out, feeling the need to emphasize my point.
"It's ours because we're married," he insisted, and I merely rolled my eyes, exhaling an exasperated sigh.
He just doesn't listen, I thought to myself, feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up.
“And also, Amethyst,” he said, halting my forward motion and leaning closer to whisper in my ear.
I froze for a moment, caught off guard by his proximity and the sudden intimacy implied by his tone.
"I don't want you near your parents," he stated quietly, a serious expression cr
