EMILIA
Anger rolls through me in thick, uncontrollable waves.
Who the hell does he think he is? Judging me like he’s any better? Like I’m the one who’s screwed up here?
I stalk down the deck, barely aware of where I’m going. The ocean breeze whips against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.
All the words I should have said claw at my throat. I should have told him exactly what I thought of him. Of his arrogance. His entitlement. His complete inability to take anything seriously unless it benefits him.
At least I got over my ex. At least I didn’t leave the girl saving my career alone for two weeks while my psychotic fans harassed her.
My nails dig into my palms as I turn into a corner.
I pass Johnson — the tech bro from karaoke — and force myself to smile, givi
