EMMA'S POV
I watched the man in the suit settle into the seat across from Seb and Ava curiously. Who was he? Why was he here? I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. Why did Ava look happy to see him? What was going on?
Not knowing what was going on was frustrating and it took everything in me to not stomp over to their table and question them.
Sebastian leaned back slightly while Ava, practically glued herself to Seb’s side, like she was his girlfriend or wife. Anyone would have the wrong impression. Her arm brushed against his as she leaned closer, her body language screaming intimacy. My stomach twisted as I watched her. She was so blatant, so shameless, as though she had every right to be there.
Women really were their own enemies.
I clenched my hands into fists, imagining I was punching her in the face. Every time she touched him, every time she smiled at him like she owned him, it felt like a slap to my face. I wished I could beat the shit out of her, Sebastian and the man with
