“I’m glad you agree with me Parker. Should we write that on a T-shirt for you to wear around as a warning for every person thinking about getting in bed with you?” Ricky asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice with those words. God he hated her. And yes, Ricky knew “hate” was a strong word, but it was highly applicable in this very situation. So yes, he was going to fcking use it. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her next question. Really? Veronica Charlotte Parker was asking why Enrique Not Montoya hated her. Was she not… like a genius? Clearly not.
He was just going to ignore her, until, of course, her fcking statement about not being a Montoya which was something that was none of your fckign buisness. With her words, Ricky felt the urge to do something irrational. And, well, he did exactly that. Ricky walked towards where she was standing, using his body to push her against the elevator wall until they basically had no distance between them. With one hand, he pinned her arms above her, and with his other, he lifted her leg so it was against his body. “You know, Veronica. This was the exact position we were in the last time we started fcking, until of course, after having sex - in the same fcking room you decided to break up with me using the sht excuse that it’s not you, it’s me. So you want to know why I hate you? I hate you because once a young, idiotic Enrique thought he loved you just to be stabbed in the back by you. So don’t go there, don’t fck with me. I don’t spit in your direction, because knowing you, you’d throw a grenade as retaliation. So, sweetie, fck off.” And with that, he let go of her arms and legs and shot a middle finger in her direction, putting much needed distance between the two.
At least the scotch was good, until of course she took it and chugged it. Maybe he would have been impressed once upon a time, but right now, he was a little p!ssed. “Clearly you like Elio enough to fck him. Though I’m not surprised, sh!t people are attracted to sh!t people.” With those words, Ricky opened the bag he had with him and reached in to grab a joint. A drink with a spalsh of weed would hopefully make him forget this entire moment. Taking a deep drag, he looked at her with annoyance. “So let me guess? Abortion? Can’t blame you, especially with Elio as the father.,”
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