Mark pov,

It’s high time she is not talking with me. I know I’m at fault, but she can show her anger by talking with me. If she had so much anger she can hit me back, that lashes will be far better than these fireballs from her eyes. It’s precision, my heart. I was working on my new project without focus. I lost my mind around her. Soon, I heard my door swing open and Amber walked in with a reducing look. Such a bitch!!

“How many times I said you ask permission before you enter my cabin?” I roared in anger.

“But you know only a few have...