EMMA’s POV :

“What the fúck is wrong with that kid? Who the hell he thinks he is? Giving me orders?” Ian barked as soon as I closed the door behind me.

“Ian…“ I started, but he cut me off.

“And have you been drinking with him?”

I stared at him, wide eyed and I scoffed, “Are you seriously raising your voice at me right now?” 

He looked taken aback, not expecting that reaction from me. But what did he expect? He was the one that stood me up ...