Chapter Twenty One

MARIA POV

Seated on the leather couch, face deep into files lying carelessly over the wooden table and a glass of red wine.

I wore a tank top with a short flare skirt that stopped at my hips.

It has been two days since I moved into Linda's apartment and even though John still sent files and called regularly. I knew he was mad at me for choosing Linda over him but that wasn't the case.

I hated hotels and besides Linda was around the corner.

Linda left for her family house and I was getting ready to go with her when John called and demanded I work on some spreadsheets.

Linda had to advise we go together next time as she pecked my cheek, grabbed her keys and left.

"I need some water!" I muttered and walked down to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold water and gulped down my throat.

A strange feeling came upon me and I couldn't place my fingers on it. It seemed like I was getting watched as I cocked my head to the sides glancing around the neighbourhood through the win