CHAPTER 22: Anger Or Jealousy?

  Parkers POV

  "Fuck!" I growled again, pouching the wall this time as I tried to contain my anger.

  My eyes widened in a mix of shock and pain as Emma walked into the room with only a towel wrapped around her chest and water dripping down her body.

  Her hair was wet and something about the way she appeared was distracting.

  "Is something wrong? I heard your voice," she said looking at me closely, but I couldn't give her a reply. She sighed, seeing that I was actually okay. She turned to walk away, but I quickly stood with my feet shoulder-width apart, blocking her path, my arms crossed over my chest. My face twisted in a mixture of emotions — hurt, anger, and betrayal.

  My eyes bore into hers, searching for answers, as if demanding an explanation for the perceived transgression. My eyebrows furrowed, and my lips pause, giving my face a stern, accusatory look.