Dmitry
I am sick. Insane, if one wants to be precise but all illnesses have a cause, and mine has a name.
Gianna.
Dmitry promised to not interfere in her stupid relationship, but Tamer? He did no such thing.
And if being behind a f*****g screen is what keeps her close, to keep her talking, laughing, cumming for me whenever I seem fit then so be it.
If I have to curse the ghost of the man who abandoned her even if that man is me, then I will drag his memory through the dirt with a smile.
Quite iron how she happily confides in the man who broke her heart instead of her golden boy boyfriend.
My lips press into a thin line as I read her message.
Kitten: So tell me, why did you join girlgonewild?
My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Half truths are truths.
I type.
Me: A buddy of mine
