Not A Good Morning

Evelyn When I descended the stairs, little did I know that my entire morning was about to be ruined. Amongst Clara, my dad, and Jacob, my eyes were immediately drawn to the presence of Gloria—the painfully unpleasant woman. And to make matters worse, she was seated right beside Jacob. What intensified my burning jealousy was witnessing Jacob engaging in a comfortable conversation with her, just as my dad and Clara were. What in the world was wrong with that man? "Evelyn, try not to glare at him as if you're plotting to extract his kidneys," Mason's voice whispered in my ear, his tone low. "Trust me, you don't want anyone to catch on to your jealousy." "Why the fuck he is talking to her? What's he trying to do? Let her suck his dick?!" I whisper-yelled, my eyes did not move an inch from the scene. "How would I know? I can't comprehend the thought process of straight men," he shrugged, nonchalantly. "Evie, it's possible that he's simply trying to avoid awkwardness. After all, he can't ju