Zoe's POV...

"Fuck" I whispered to myself.

Jack was standing in the living, the bouquet in his hand almost crushed, nostrils flaring, his eyes met mine and I froze. A cold chill went down my spine. I have never seen someone this angry. Never.

He clenched his jaw, "J-jack" I spoke softly walking to him. His expressions soften a little but he was really angry. His eyes moved down my body, then up and met my eyes again.

"I sent you a dress, my love" He spoke suppression ...