Gage
Drink after drink, I washed one down after another. Images of her filling my head, images of them killing me leading me to another drink. She was beautiful as always in a red dress snug to her curvy body, black high-heels, and fishnet stockings, her make-up dark a sultry with her curly hair pinned up on one side. I can feel my c**k hardening just to the thought of her but she wasn’t thinking of me at all. All the work I did try to fix who I am, just to be worth s**t because she’s with someone else. Bullshit! She has to know she’s mine. I paid my tab at the bar and went to stand up but tripped over my own feet and ended back in my seat, the bartender took my keys and told the bouncer to drive me home. When he asked for my address I told him Grace’s, that’s where I need to be. I need h
