Giovanni's POV
I groan and take a sip as the image of her in my bed flashes in my head.
"She's was in my bed earlier f*****g herself, and I ran. Like a little boy, I ran." His mouth drops open as he looks at me. I'm ashamed of my actions, but I didn't know what else to do.
"Let me get this straight. You had that fine thing in your bed, finger fucking."
"She had equipment," I interrupt him. This new info seemed to make the vein in his head stand out more.
"She was f*****g herself, and you ran? That beautiful wet p***y. I can just imagine how it looks, and he runs." He grabs my shirt by the collar, suddenly surprising me. I look at him, confused.
"What the heck, man?"
"Gio, are you a man? How could you?" I grab his hand and remove it from my shirt. "She won't even ente
