Truth
One minute we were kissing like randy teenagers, and the next, Cali was pulling away from me. Her face twisted in disgust.
“Yeah, I think I’m done. I’m out of here.” Cali’s voice shook.
And that’s when I saw her.
One of the club girls sat opposite the door, her legs spread wide and as naked as the day she was born. Her hand busy between her legs shamelessly.
“Cali.” My hand came down hard on her arm as she tried to push past me. “This isn’t what it looks like...I.” I turned my eyes to the woman on the chair. “What the f**k are you doing here?”
Any normal person would have baulked at the look on my face, but instead, she stood, her hip jutting outwards. “Hey, baby.” She cooed as she sauntered towards us. “I missed you.” Her lips pouted. “Who is she Truth?” Her voice was loud.
