Erica.” He folded his arms above his chest.
“Max. Max Costello.” I wishpered.
“WHAT THE F-CK, ERICA WHITE?” He screamed. His tone now getting irritated.
“Language.” I warned him in a barely audible voice.
“Don't you dare warn me. What the hell is wrong with you? You just couldn't marry that guy, Eri.”
He shouted.
“And I thought that you liked him. He was your idol, wasn't he?” I asked, trying to calm him down.
“He's a player. And how the f**k— call him right now, Eri.” He stated.
“No.” I breathed out.
“I said something, didn't I?” He demanded.
Uh. Well how am I going to call him here?
I opened my phone and searched for Max and suddenly his number popped out. What the fu-k? When he saved his contact details on my phone?
I rolled my eyes. Such a stalker he is.
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