“I saw your car outside the cafe,” Dad remarked when I picked up his call. I had just arrived home with Clark, whose mischievous expression was written all over his face.
“I was just passing by earlier, Dad,” I said, hoping to keep the conversation brief. Before he could ask any more questions, I abruptly ended the call.
A wave of annoyance washed over me as I glanced at Clark. The urge to confront him surged within me; his possessiveness in my car frustrated me to no end.
My knees trembled slightly, and tension rippled through my body.
“f**k you,” I nearly shouted, but he simply laughed it off.
As we entered the house, he kept one hand on my waist for support.
“You’re so irresistible; how can I resist?” he teased, giving me a gentle squeeze. I quickly shifted away, removing his hand
