Ivan\'s property

Ricardo has changed a lot in the span of a few weeks. I don’t recognize him. There is a nasty glint in his eyes. I freeze in my spot and watch him approach until he’s only an inch away. “What are you saying exactly, Ricardo?” I ask. I’m not terrified of him right now, more like offended. I have limits when it comes to the ways people are allowed to talk to me and Ricardo is currently stepping way out of those boundaries. I don’t want to argue with him, especially since he got beat up because of me but he might not leave me a choice. He glares at me and I don’t look away, my head held high. “You know exactly what I’m saying. Ivan seduced you with his money, didn’t he? Y’all girls are the same. You’re just sluts!” My hand flies before I can stop it and I drop a harsh slap across Ricardo’s cheek. His eyes widen while mine fill with angry tears. “I want you out of here.” I yell at him. “I’m not going anywhere with someone who calls me a slut.” For a second, it seems like his pupils turn re