Anger surges through me that he thinks he knows anything about what happened between me and Emmie.
I rush forward, slamming my palms against his chest.
“You know fuck all, Seb.”
“You’re right,” he says, holding his hands up. “I don’t know what’s happened between the two of you, but I know you, Theo. I know how long you held off with her. I know how badly you wanted her even though for whatever fucked up reason you refused to let yourself have her. Then all of a sudden, she’s moved into your flat. Come on, man. I’m not a fucking idiot. You don’t go from zero to one hundred that fast. And all of that is without mentioning one massive fucking bomb she just dropped. Marriage?”
Pushing away from him, I scrub my hands down my face before dragging my hair back from my brow.
“That was a joke, right? That ring wasn’t—”
“She’s my wife,” I state, watching as disbelief covers Seb’s face.
“S-she’s… she’s your—”
“Wife. We’re married. Legally and shit.”
His manic laugh fills the room. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, despite the fact that it’s through his laughter. “How the fuck did you get her to agree to that?”
“I didn’t. My father and her grandfather set it up. I had no idea until the marriage certificate was shoved in my face a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks ago. What the fuck, man?”
Blowing out a long breath, I fall down on the sofa and rest my head back, staring up at the ceiling.
“It’s complicated.”
“You don’t fucking say.”
A solid knock rings out around the suite as someone bangs on the door.
“How’d you get in here?” I ask, still not looking at him.
“The door was ajar.”
“Of course it fucking was,” I mutter. “I couldn’t even successfully keep you out.”
“Aren’t you glad? Imagine the state the place would have been in if I didn’t stop you.”
I just glare at him as the knock comes again.
“I’ll get it then, shall I?” he asks when I make no move to do so.
“I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Yeah,” he says, turning his back on me. “Good luck with that.”
The door opens and heavy footsteps tell me that Seb’s let whoever it is in.
“Is he here?”
“Yeah.”
“Boss wants him,” a familiar voice says.
It’s a voice I don’t want anywhere fucking near me.
I’m on my feet before Daemon steps into the room with Seb hot on his heels.