Reject. Sighing, Mirabelle dropped the phone on the couch and braced her head in her hands. That was the fourth call from Theodore she had rejected today, and she wasn’t sure she could do it again.
Mirabelle wasn’t sure why he was calling. She’d refused to take his call or read his messages. She wasn’t a masochist, for heaven’s sake, and entertaining Theodore’s Yoyo behavior in her life seemed like the perfect example of masochistic behavior.
The man kept popping up, making her body all warm and high, only to give her some cryptic opinion he wouldn’t explain, and then disappear like a dream at the break of dawn. Well, f**k that! Mirabelle was done with his games.
Besides, she had far better things to worry about, like the fact that she still hadn’t gotten a response from Ascendia Fitne
