Dave's POV

I picked up the bottle of champagne and threw it against the wall.

"Fuckkkkkkk," I yelled, pulling at my hair so that some of it got stuck between my fingers.

"You shouldn't let him speak to you like that, you are superior to him." A voice from the shadow behind me said.

"Why are you here? Ryan could still be around, what if she sees you?"

"Ryan is long gone, and that does not answer why you allow him to speak to you like that. You are superior to him and you know it."

I ...