William
Taylor was spacing out when I settled myself in front of his desk.
"I wanted to call you last night to ask you if you could go out with us, but I thought you were busy doing daddy duties." I innocently said. I intently looked at him, really looked at him, taking the chance that others were not around.
Taylor blushed. He f*****g blushed. And it hurt. But for some reason, it was not so. For some reason, I didn't feel so left alone. Because I knew what happened between them last night, and it felt like I was a part of it.
He didn't know but I heard him groan, I heard him say Lyrette’s name with heated passion and I heard the slamming of their bodies. I didn't feel so alone last night as I touched myself, thus the pain was not so drilling. It was just pain but far mo
