Visit to Maya's

Naomi’s P.O.V.

Getting Maya’s house wasn’t difficult; she lived in the same apartment she lived in when we were still friends, but what I wasn’t expecting was the party going on. It wasn’t even a weekend, and she was having a party. Maya had always loved parties. When we were much younger, she hardly missed out on any party.

I remained in my car and sighed. Unlike Maya, I hated parties. I hated the smell, the crowd, and the judgmental look. Everything was over the top for me. I loved staying indoors, curled with a nice romantic or erotica novel. I never get tired of reading those.

Again, I wasn’t dressed up for a party. My only intention was to have a conversation with her and try to see if it was her or not.

Maya might have been the reason Derrick divorced me, but I refused to believe that she was cruel enough to send such pictures to me. We might not be friends anymore, but we were once friends, and I never thought she would be that heartless.

I closed my eyes and leaned on my backs