Amira knocked on the suite’s door, and no sooner had she done so, the door opened to reveal one furious Xavier. She bit on her lower lip in anxiousness. Had she already messed up their first day as a married couple together? She sure hoped she hadn’t.
“Eating, huh?” He asked as he eyed her suspiciously. “With whom?”
“Jeremy,” she said softly as she entered the suite.
To say the door was shut almost violently wouldn’t cover the half of it.
“He wants you, princesa!” Xavier exclaimed angrily, eyes wide with anger.
“And I don’t want him,” she said in an attempt to appease him. I only want you, she wanted to add, but was not sure this was the right time for it. But then again, to hell with what was to be expected and what should be done or said. She had never been one to follow the ru
