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Ruby Rey
"Need a drink?"
Erik's voice makes me stop on my heels. I turn to scowl at him, wiping off the cake from my face.
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for a drink?"
"Honestly, yes."
"f**k you, Erik!"
I stomp towards my car but that doesn't stop him from following closely behind. I growl and turn to glare at him.
"Should I call 9-1-1 because I believe I'm being stalked right now?"
"You are calling me a stalker."
"It's much better than being called a murderer."
"I didn't mean to."
"You've said that a million times, Erik. And for the billionth time, I don't give a f**k about your f*****g apologies! You can pile them up and shove them up your ass!"
He observes me for a long second and says thoughtfully.
"Sorry for what happened at the party tonight. You d
