DIONNAH'S POV "Derick, what are you doing here?" "I came here for what's mine," he slurred. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "You heard me, I will not leave here until I get what belongs to me," he said with a demonic look in his eyes. He grabbed a bottle of champagne from a nearby tray and chugged it down. "Okay, Derick. You are drunk. Let's just get you some water so you can sober up." "It doesn't matter if I'm drunk or sober, I will have what's mine!" He drank from the bottle again. I grabbed it from him. “No more alcohol for you," I hissed. “You know, you were never this direct when we used to fuck. I like it," he hiccupped. I heard footsteps scraping behind me. I turned around and saw Stella. She had a tiny gift in her hand. “Ms. Delaney, I wanted to —," she paused and dropped the box she had in her hands. "Oh God!" She yelled as she huddled beside me. She looked horrified as terror took over her face like a mask. She clutched onto my arm so tightly that her nails were
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