“You’re back already?” I asked Christian while I tried to read the look on his face. He seemed pissed.
“Do you think this is normal?”
I flinched and stared at him while he sat on the couch as if he had been waiting for me for hours.
“Emmanuella, do you mind going upstairs for some bit?” Christian asked her as she immediately obeyed. I was in disbelief by his words but waited until Emmanuella was upstairs.
“What?” I asked him, my ears must have deceived me. He was the one who had been lying to me, so how was I in the wrong?
“This thing of yours, not picking up your phone, sneaking out— where were you? Let’s start with that.” He stood up from the couch and I immediately thought of Beau calling me a prisoner. Sneaking out the house? He was one to talk.
“Excuse me?” I snickered, still trying to process his words but he appeared to be serious. “So I am not a prisoner, but you let people follow me outside and decide when it’s time for me to come home— is that it?”
