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Rocco pov

She practically pounces on me, startling me. I sit up immediately, allowing her to slide down with a big grin on her face.

"What was that for?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, as if she hasn't done anything wrong.

"I need to sleep," I almost add the word "please." I'm already tired of arguing with her. It's clear she won't leave me alone.

"Please?" She demands, raising her eyebrow. It's then I notice her hand on mine. I immediately pull my hand away.

Turning back to the bed, I mutter, "Please."

Then, I lie down, hoping she'll let me be now.

"I didn't ask you to sleep yet," she jumps down from the bed and drags me up. Now, I'm more convinced she jumps for a living.

Why is she jumping around like a monkey? What does she even do for a living?

I know I married a stranger, but I should've asked if she had a job so she wouldn't be a complete liability. Helping her parents is enough.

"We need to sign the contract first," she pauses to remember what else we should do on our first night to