DENNER THOMPSON
What was going through my mind when I decided to accept this damn challenge?
Obviously nothing.
I felt provoked by that bastard Morris, but of course, he proposed it for his niece's sake, not mine. He’s eager to get at me, and at the first chance he gets, he’ll leave me with at least a black eye.
“Your turn, sweetheart,” the naughty one says, full of smiles, running her bare foot up my leg until it reaches my d**k.
All I do is swallow hard at her provocation.
“Denner, my son, focus. We can't lose Briana to Alexander. That kid smiles at me every time we meet, and I know it's because he stole Briana from me,” my father says, sitting on the couch.
We're in the mansion's game room, and the rest of the family is watching the match intently, but the only support I have is
