Chapter Seventeen

Sighing, Bea took the phone away from her ear and tried to check the device for messages or voice note notifications. She was hoping to get at least one of those from Frank but not to her surprise, she didn’t see any.

She brought herself to dial his number again and see if he was going to pick up.

Just when she was giving up, he finally answered.

“Hi, baby?!”

Beatrice scoffed. She couldn’t help herself. His voice came through as though they were on good terms.

“Really?!” She glared at him over the phone even though they couldn't see each other.

“What do you mean? Is anything the matter?”

“Come on, Frank, you really need to step up your game. Are you saying you are not aware of where we left off last night? You really can do better”

“What do you mean? You hung up on me, how is that my fault?”

“Wait, do you even love me or you are just messing around with me?”

“There you go again, saying all these words!”

“You cut the call and I assumed you wanted some space, that’s why I d