C22 Whose P**sy is it?
Brandi
I stand frozen, feeling as if I have an egg on my face as I watch him kiss someone else. Finally, he pulls away, and I realize I know this woman, Carina; she works at William’s sex shop or whatever the fuckk it is. I clench my fist, my chest burning with the bitterness of jealousy. He hasn’t answered my calls all day, nor has he replied to any of my texts