ELEVEN-INCH THIRD LEG
Isabella was right, the zip of Andrew's pants was opened, and he quickly zipped up, shrugged and let out, "You can believe whatever you like. I don't care."

He turned towards Jasmine, and his face was filled with anger as he cried out, "Don't ever come close to me again. Otherwise -."

"Otherwise what? You made love to me, and now you are threatening me. Who did you think I was?.. A cheap harlot or a daughter of nobody?"

"I don't care who you are. Nothing happened between us, and nothing will ever happen... I think you are sick and need to seek urgent medical help."

"Yes, I am sick, Andrew. I am infected by your love and your eleven-inch third leg. That's enough to drive any woman crazy," Jasmine mumbled as she hurried after Andrew.

"Go away from me."

"Please, Andrew."

"He said you should let him be," Jackson let out.

Jasmine gawked at Jackson and asked, "Who are you and why are you interfering in our discussion?"

"He is my friend. You are bothering him with your blabbering.
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter