Chapter 33. Take Me

Evelyn

The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as Jacob’s expression morphed from concern to sheer disbelief. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as if he were grappling with an answer that eluded him.

He should better fucking find his answers soon because I was totally running out of patience.

“What do you mean by that?” His voice trembled slightly, betraying the shock that rippled through him like an unexpected storm.

This man…

I tossed the bag aside with more force than necessary, my frustration boiling over, “You know what I fucking mean.”

Closing the distance between us, I seized his collar, my fingers trembling with anger—that Tyler had totally fucked-up with my head.

“Why haven’t you fucked my ass yet?” My words sliced through the air like a blade, raw and unfiltered.

The corner of Jacob’s mouth twitched, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. But the weight of my gaze silenced his laughter, forcing his mouth