“The f**k. I’m twenty-eight years old, prick. I’m not old. Stop calling my face some pussy.”
“I know. You look young as well. You wouldn’t have a problem going out with lots of women who would fall down at your feet and lick you, however you want, just to get married to you.’
“Don’t be so gross.’
“I am not gross, my friend. You seem like you are in a terrible situation. Don’t tell me you would allow your best friend to keep seeing you in this situation.’
“I don’t give a damn.” I groaned. “I thought we both came here to relax.’
“Yeah, we both did and to have an important discussion,” he agreed with a low chuckle.
I sighed and took a sip from my glass as I kept having wild thoughts about Luciana and how we made love last night.
How she moaned below me caused a boner beneath the zip of
