Emma

Pompous ass.

I shut my bedroom door with a bit more force than I intended and jump at the loud sound.

Arrgghh! Why is he all up in my business? Why can’t he live his life and let me live mine? He doesn’t need to tell me how to dress, what to do, or how to act.

I don’t want to go to a stuffy dinner with the old men from Tag’s financial firm. I release a growl. He never asked me to be his plus one to anything, why now?

I imagine the entire evening ...