As Keenan struggled to get his phone on the desk, he felt atrociously used and wished Tiffany would have stayed, she was the cause of his problems and all he wanted was to squeeze the remaining life out of her, he felt highly disrespected.
“This b***h thinks she can just use me and leave like I mean nothing? Who does she think she is? I swear if I get out of here, I am going over to her place and f*****g her brains out, she doesn’t know me. f*****g b***h!” He swore and struggled to put on his clothes.
He did not who to call because it would have felt weird with him naked and with his d**k dangling around.
After her struggled with his trousers for almost twenty minutes, he was finally able to put them on, he didn’t manage to put on his belt, he reached for his phone and called his driver
