Staring blankly at the balcony, I was flooded with thoughts of what transpired between Maya and me. My past was still holding me sway. If I couldn't control my emotions in front of that b***h, I wondered what would happen when I finally came face-to-face with Nicholas.
I had not forgiven him. I would never—
“Andrea!” The living room door burst upon and a loud masculine voice echoed. My heart skipped. The thoughts instantly disappeared and alarm bells went off in my head.
Cautiously, I slithered into the sitting room, peering through the curtains only to behold John pacing around like a lost cause.
“Why are you dressed like a fugitive?” I commented, letting myself in with pretentious grace.
He removed his hoodie, revealing his furious face.
“What?” I wondered aloud.
He halted.
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