CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
LET'S START OVER.
Beatrice and Jack.
"Will you tell her?" His secretary asked intentionally in the car.
"Tell her what?" Jack asked snapping back at her, he was still pissed at what Beatrice did, he knew but the fact that she didn't deny or even try yo explain made him feel stupid.
I like that girl. he thought to himself and palmed his face.
"Your position, your assets and how you plan on having your own bakery, you seem interested in her why not tell her everything?" His secretary who was putting on a laced pituitary with a pair of grey trousers, her glasses seems crooked, but it wasn't that noticeable.
"should I? or should I play mind games?" He asked as he thought of ways he could use to get her obsessed with him. He stroked his chin
and pictured her
