Knox
Why does she keep following me about like my shadow?
“I see you are having a swell time,” Monica flashed a smile at me.
I sigh in exasperation. “Monica, is it just me or you're stalking me.”
She ignores my question and sits down close to me, her hand on my chest.
As her hand rove over my chest, I hold her wrist, stopping her.
Her red painted lips inch closer to my face, I wrinkle my nose in total disgust and she cackle in a throaty laughter.
“Oh, Knox. Stop acting like you don't want me,” she says.
The low pounding of my heart makes me restless as I keep drifting my gaze towards where Emma had gone.
I don't want her to come in and see me with Monica. She still doesn't know that Monica is my ex.
Monica's eyes narrow deeply. “Are you expecting someone?”
I adjust on the couch,
