CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
“A-Are you being serious right now?” Shane questioned; eyes widened slightly just as Joanna tottered back into the living room where we were currently sitting. Shane’s house was plush and its decorations down to being the most iconic. But what can you expect from an interior designer used to dealing with famed clients?
“Don’t ever let me drink like that again,” she groaned.
“And just so you know, tomorrow first thing in the morning, you will be cleaning my toilet,” Shane fired.
“So what did I miss?” Joanna questioned, joining us on the floor while ignoring Shane’s predicament.
“Well, it turns out, she ditched us to f**k Mason in the restrooms. The reason she freaked out was because she came all over Mason’s face when he sucked the hell out of her cunt,”
