Liar

DAWSON

GUILT. It was one feeling I never thought I would feel but right now, I was flushed by it. Every second that ticked by left me feeling more guilty and I was almost fidgeting.

Seeing Carla here, standing a little distance away from me was quite a shocker for me. And it has left me feeling as shitty as I felt that coronation night when she walked in on Joyce and me.

Right now, the stripper was still pumping my cock with her hands and a long trail of saliva was dripping down her mouth to my cock.

Carla had her gaze pinned on me, on the stripper and what she was doing with her hands. She seemed dazed and wouldn't even blink.

I gulped nervously but I wasn't about to frantically stand and push off the stripper. I wasn't about to run over to Carla and try to explain shit to her.

If I can recall vividly, she asked me to leave her alone. She didn't wanna see me or hear anything from me. She preferred being with Smith than being an inch closer to me.

I still recall every word she said to