It’s been three days since everything came out. GreenLee’s not thrilled about the lockdown, but it’s for her safety. I try to keep her distracted—my tongue does its best work—but there’s only so much I can do. Don’t get me wrong, she tastes divine, but my blue balls are screaming. And when she said we wouldn’t be getting married until September? f**k. Why did I agree to no s*x until the wedding?
Blow jobs and hand jobs are great, but I need to be buried deep inside her. Soon.
“Bro, you good? You seem off.”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I shake my head. We’re waiting on Sal’s lawyers, trying to get everything that’ll be GreenLee’s transferred—some in her name, some in mine. The clubs stay hers. She built them. The shell companies? Mine. I don’t want her name tied to anything shady if s**t h
