I told you being a stalker was my style.

I'd been a stalker for three days. I followed Fiona and Melissa everywhere like a maniac. I observed their time together from afar. I saw Fiona laughing wildly with Melissa in the park. They were so beautiful. I was such a fool to kick them out of my life.

I was blessed with beautiful, perfect women, but I wasted them.

Erick told me it was too late to regret everything. He asked me to go back to Chicago and get back to work.

Damn bastard.

He was getting ...