“THAT’S it!”
Belle stood up. After the third call that Summer did not pick up, her patience is already running thin.
It has been over a week since her mate went to her condo unit. The woman did not even make an effort to see her in the office. They barely exchange text messages. If Belle did not effort to send one, she will get nothing.
“Mate did not like us anymore?” Árnyék asked sadly.
“No! If I have to tie her to bed, I will.”
“Where is mate? I miss her.”
“I’m going to see her.”
Belle grabbed her purse together with the mobile phone from the table. She went out of the office.
“Dione, I’ll be out. Call me if something important came in.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The sound of her shoes on the pavement followed Belle as she marched towards the car.
“Where’s the fire, Petrov?” It was Char
