Chapter 4. Breaking Rules

Evelyn

“Who’s Ricci?” I asked, my curiosity burning like a slow fuse.

However, As I posed my question, my man appeared less interested in responding, leading me to the car and opening the door.

Fucking jerk!

Well, not for opening the car door, it was a small gesture, so it necessarily didn’t irk me but his way of ignoring my question did!

“Are you just going to fucking pretend my question doesn’t exist?” I muttered, closing the car door with a subtle thud. I leaned against the vehicle, arms crossed, and stared at him. “So, who is Ricci?”

“It’s a long story, baby,” Jacob sighed, his fingers running through his hair as he rested his hand against the car door, right beside my shoulder.

“Well, I have time,” I retorted, a frown creasing on my face, for fuck’s sake who was Ricci? Because it seemed like he and Jacob weren’t quite on good terms, “It’s not like I need to catch a flight back to America right now.”

A faint smile cracked on