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.
"Romina, is Jean home?" I asked straight to the point.