CALLUM'S POV

Two days after my visit to Gerald, I decided to let Mira know about the dinner plans.

My jaw still throbbed like a motherfucker, my throat felt raw and scratchy from the way Gerald rammed his fat cock in it.

Every spit, water or food I swallowed reminded me of his thick veins pulsing on my tongue and his bitter semen I gulped like a needy slut.

"Hey babe," I said, leaning back against the armrest in the living room. "Gerald's coming home for dinner on Friday. And he's bringing a friend. A mutual friend of ours actually."

Mira stopped scrolling through her phone, one eyebrow lifted up,...