#Chapter12
---Goodbye
Blake Coster
I looked at my phone for the thousand time today and still there’s no a single answer from Jean. This girl successfully made me crazy all day long. I’m so frustrated since I landed in France.
I swear she makes my mind blow up.
/"What’s with you?/" Max asked as he plopped on the sofa across me.
/"Jean’s not answering her phone./" I said as I ran my hands through my hair.
/"Chill dude, maybe she’s hanging out with her friends or maybe her lover./" Max smirked making me want to punch him so bad.
/"She doesn’t have another lover./" I hissed at him with a little hint of anger.
/"Dude, she’s you’re temporary girl. Let her have fun a little./"
/"Shut up Max./" I took my phone out from my inner pocket, I dialed my maid’s phone number. I need to know if she’s at home or not or maybe she went somewhere.
/"Hello sir./" Romina answered.
