Roman almost snapped his phone in half when he read the message.
Evelyn had caused many logistical problems when she refused to sign for her new car, and then she’d dared to get picked up by that boy. Again. Just a few hours after she had been with him.
It should have been the time and money she wasted by having him rearrange the delivery that pissed him off, not what she was doing now. With that boy. Again.
He clenched his jaw.
Were they going to drink again? Were they going to be alone in the apartment?
Was this retaliation for him arranging her university schedule after she had refused to let him do so? If so, that was the most childish thing he had ever heard. Or it was another of her games. She wouldn’t show him he’d pissed her off because she was trying to paint this perfect pic
