"Angel, you'd better not spit everything out, got it?" Priyank threatened as he parked his car in front of his house.
All his thoughts lingered with the fact: what if she spilled about the blow job thing? That would be so shameful.
"I don't spit; I only talk. It's bad to spit anything on anyone," Priya answered, her happiness evident on her face.
Priyank just looked at her lazy eyes; her words and what he said both made such different sense.
But as usual, in her head, she would make so much sense.
"Don't talk about whatever happened in these past three days. Do you get it now?" Priyank clarified.
He got out of the car and opened the door for her. Priya stepped out, and they both started walking.
His heart beat fast, thinking about what she might reveal to everyone, because clearly,
