“Not the point,” I spit, unable to deny the truth.
“Maybe not. But it’s fucking hot.”
“I’ll see you later,” I shoot over my shoulder, grabbing the tablet and fleeing from his room before he can do anything to convince me otherwise. Something tells me it wouldn’t take all that much if he wanted to.
I storm back through into our suite and throw Seb’s room key at him.
“Your best friend is a prick,” I spit, my anger—and desire—over this whole situation having exploded in the short walk back here.
“No happy ending from that visit then?” Seb asks with a grin.
“You fucking—” I fly at him, jabbing him in the ribs while he holds his hands up in surrender.
“I think I should probably go make sure she’s not strung Theo up by his balls, Princess.”
The second Stella agrees, he bolts for the door.
“Pussy,” I call after him, and he leaves us with only the sound of his laughter lingering behind him.
“Dickheads. All of them,” I mutter, folding my arms over my chest and falling down on the sofa in frustration.