DAWSON
The rock beat from downstairs crashed against the glass windows of the VIP lounge. Followed by wild screams and the very stench of s*x.
It was mind-blowing to imagine what was going on down there. But I was miserable to even feel any bit of excitement.
"The girls are here again," Rick Taylor whispered from the side of the couch he was seated on. He sounded pissed.
I turned to the stairs. It wasn't just any kinda 'girls'. They were strippers. The best. The sexiest. The curviest. The mere sight of them would put a f*****g strain on any d**k.
But mine was still just unaffected. Maybe because I was sulking. Or probably because none of them was Carla.
"Why don't they seem to believe you when you tell them that you're not having any of them?" Rick Taylor quizzed.
"Probably becau
