*Isabella's POV*
As I got back to my hotel room, all the freaking effects of the night wore off, and I was left with pure frustration. I didn't understand Jacob, and it was pissing me off. He didn't seem like the guy who would want to take things slow, but I guess I was wrong. I had pretty much misjudged him, and it was annoying the hell out of me. From Elly to Jo-anne, maybe I was wrong about him, and that thought was really getting under my skin.
*The next day*
As I boarded his private jet, I was still feeling a bit cranky. We were midair on our way back to Raleigh, and Jacob was showing off his plane, boasting about how it cooler than Damien's. "See, mine is bigger and so much better," he said, grinning from ear to ear like a damn i***t. But I couldn't help but think of something els
