I cast my eyes back to her face. I don't remember her name but she's pretty. I'm almost tempted, and so I'm about to take her up on her offer—fuck knows I need to get laid to get my mind off things—but another woman's face flashes in my mind, successfully obliterating my need to release. This stripper could go naked and spread her legs before me but nothing she'd do would do it for me now.
Malia is now ruining sex for me even from thousands of miles away.
I used to hate December, but now I'm starting to feel the same about January.
"Not tonight, love," I tell her as I stand and leave the strip club, my men following behind.
🖤🖤🖤
