Tracy's POV
“Hi,” he muttered, his smile faltering, as he noticed my bored look. “I'm Ezekiel.”
“I know,” I said flatly, with one of my brows furrowed.
“Right…of course you do,”he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.
I didn't say anything and just gently removed my hand from his grasp. Hurt flashed in his eyes for a brief second at my actions, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.
“I know you have questions,” he sighed. “Tracy, correct?”
I nodded in response.
“But before I answer your questions, I just need you to understand something,” he paused, as if trying to choose his next words carefully. “Kian is an ass,” he continued, and I couldn't agree more, but I said nothing and just listened to his every word. “ I don't know what he told you, or made you believe, but I'm not rej
