CHAPTER 17
As instructed, I have i********: open the next time Jack walks into the house while I am working. Kirsty and the bad boy billionaire exchange plenty of smouldering looks, fingers creeping towards each other on tables and heads tilted to touch. Jack’s eyes narrow as soon as he sees them and I click out, trying to make it seem like a coincidence I was on the site when he came in.
“You follow Kirsty?” he asks, and I nod, telling him it’s for Mena’s sake so I can tell her what her owner is doing and let Kirsty see pictures—most of which get far more likes and comments than anything else on my feed. He sighs, and his hand goes to his head, rubbing the top. Blast, blast, double blast. For all I thought bad boy billionaire photos were a dumb idea, Kirsty is Christina the Dating Guru.
