Chapter 12. Not My Woman

I turned to look next to me as Rupert sat there…his face was red, and I knew he was a bit drunk.

“Enjoying?” He asked, and I saw him put his hand on the back of my back. I adjusted my seat and smiled at him.

“Of course…” I looked at Monica, who was busy with the woman she was talking to next to her. Rupert’s touch makes me feel uncomfortable. I get tired of his closeness to me.

“Shall I bring you later?” He turned to me.

I shook my head instantly. “I’m only up until ten o’clock. Besides, I have someone to pick me up.” I lied.

“Who?”

His question bothered me. I don’t want Marco’s name to be tarnished because of me. No one knows except Monica.

“Just a friend,” I simply said, gulping the drink again.

“Maria!!” I looked at Monica.

“Huh, why?”

“I’ll be going first, Dad outside.” she even grinned at what she said while scratching her head.

“All right! See you tomorrow?” I said and gave him the distance to pass. She said goo