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RUBY'S POV 

For a long second, I couldn't move.

I couldn't even bring myself to breathe.

Thenㅡ

“Archer…” I repeated the name, wincing at the way it tasted bitter in my mouth.

Oh god, what had I done?

Asher was already getting up from the couch, looking like this was a normal daily occurrence and anger flooded me. What the actual fuck?!

My gaze slid to Archer who was still sipping on his coffee, looking smug as he arched a brow at me over the rim of his mug and smirked.

He fucking smirked at me. Right after he had sex with me.

The idea that I was talking...