29| Plaything.

Reese wanted him, but she was sick of his on-and-off attitude. One minute he wants her, and the next minute he’s building walls again.

She doesn’t know what he was trying to pull off. He thought he could get her and toss her aside whenever he wanted? at his own free will?

She wasn’t going to give him that right over her, she thought, as she trudged to the bench where she had been seated earlier and slouched on it.

Glaring at the bottles before her, she picked one up and continued placing labels on the bottles.

Two minutes in, she felt a presence before her, and she knew who it was; Axel.

Without bothering to look up, she continued with what she was doing.

After standing there for more than one minute in total silence, Axel finally spoke.

"Ms. McBride." He called, his gaze fixed on her.

"Yes? Mr. Griffin." She replied, her eyes still glued on the label she was placing.

"What was that for?" he asked.

She raised her brow and finally looked up. "What?"

"You know exactly what I am t