Chapter 17.2

And it's definitely not me when I didn't fall asleep after half an hour of keeping both of my eyes close as I roll over back and forth on my bed.

I sat up, "What's wrong with you?" I ask myself.

My gaze landed on top of the bedside table where my phone is. I grab it as I think of calling Feliza for a little chit-chat. I haven't heard her voice or just anything about her since the night that we went to Conrad's villa for that party.

I dialed her number and it rings but she's not answering. She must be busy, yet I still tried until she answers after my third attempt.

"Hello? Who's this?" I heard her ask over the phone, her voice sounded like someone just tickled the hell out of her.

Flirty. Just say it, Genevieve. She sounded flirty.

Whatever.

"Uh, it's Genevieve?" I have no idea why it turned out sounding like a question even though it wasn't one.

"Oh, Genevieve. It's not the right time to call."

I wanted to ask her why she answered my call if it wasn't the right time to call but a par