CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE

Ryan didn’t act as though he was prying into my life and continued speaking.

“With all due respect sir, I do not feel comfortable with this conversation.” He gazed at me for what seemed like an hour when it was merely seconds.

“What part?” I was dumbfounded. This man was certainly off his rockers

“Excuse me?”

“What part makes you comfortable?” I frowned at him.

“Everything sir.” He bristled at my tone and opened up his system again.

“You may leave.”

I left his office feeling more confused than I’d ever been in my life and quite insulted.

***

I grabbed a shot glass and downed its content in seconds.

“Woah. Slow down.” I gave Jack a death glare. I was still fuming from my encounter with Ryan at the office.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” Jack had been smiling all night and it was starting to piss me off. Not the fact that he was happy but the fact that I couldn’t see past his pearly white teeth.

“Becka and I made up.” His grin that I didn’t could grow wider than what it was, grew again