Unspoken Jealousy

Avery

I stepped further into the suite, my footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. The murmur of voices grew clearer as I rounded the corner into the living area. There was Declan, sitting in his usual commanding pose in the armchair, exuding an air of authority that was impossible to ignore.

Camilla lounged on the couch as she owned it, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders