Veil of Lies: A High Stakes Affair

n’s

up by Meagan, who stepped out in front of me. “I was wondering if you were

nd went to the bar where Glen had just put down a beer for me. Good old Glen, he knew

e eyes. She was pretty enough for a random lay, but not really my type. “

t time though, she’d been on her knees and I’d had my cock down her throat. It was much too

sip this beer and talk to my best friend Glen, here.” I

hell did I get stuck with the c

hether it was calling a cab or driving me home himself. Truthfully, there wasn’t much more between us. I’d

is, he’d taken the bartender role to heart. I’d talked to him more than anyone else over the past fourteen months an

alker. I’m not going to sit around waiting on you to want m

raised my glass and th

al table. I’d had a few good times with her, and I knew she wasn’t too upset to have

lub, or a few of her friends. Sex wasn’t something I was doing withou

r guy in the back of the bar. He was a burly motherfucker, and the way she kept cutting me glances, I wondered if

th me, and when I returned to my seat, Meagan’s burly friend was sitting in it. The guy wasn’

smile and Meagan stood beside him with a smirk. They

nudged his shoulder. “Exc

ess with this one. He doesn’t play well with others, and I’d have to call the police.” The man’s eyes widened a bit,

at least given me one punch.” I tilted my glas

nd. I know you’ve put it to that girl a few times, and I also kn

headed asshole to pick a fight with you in public or to get knocked up. She’s bad news, and he was baiting you; I wasn’t

r, but he’d let me pretend I was nothing for only so long. “I’m glad you’re concerned. Now, I’ve g

ving you any

. Then you can

going to keep our good buddy Scott in the Uber business, you should just hire him as your personal driver.” The gu

dsomely with my alcohol issues. It’s quite a rac

drink. “I’m doing this against my own good se

ted the glass and

be sent for later, but that was the way most of our nights had ended over the past few months. As lo