124 - Fred

"In the same way you think you know about mine, Fred," he laughed at him. "It is not new to anyone the amount of relationships you have had with international models throughout your life. Unlike you, I keep my important relationships secret.”

"Is there a window in this place? "I asked to change the subject, and keep pinning Jack. "This one full of fuck is complicated to keep feeling.”

With grumbling, Jack pushed the curtains behind the sofa and opened the window, then left the room and went to the kitchen countertop, which divided the space into an American standard. He took a bottle of water from the stocked refrigerator and filled two glasses. I wouldn't drink, I hated drinking things in a house other than mine, so as not to make them undone if the taste wasn't what I expected. Even so, I leaned back on the counter and pulled the glass close.

"How is she? "He asked, clearly referring to Becca.

“Well,” I simply replied. "Didn't you see it with your own eyes?”

"Oh, no, I was distracte