"Angel, you'd better not spit everything out, got it?" Alex threatened as he parked his car in front of his house.

All his thoughts lingered with the fact: what if she spilled about the blow job thing? That would be so shameful.

"I don't spit; I only talk. It's bad to spit anything on anyone," Alisha answered, her happiness evident on her face.

Alex just looked at her lazy eyes; her words and what he said both made such different sense.

But as usual, in her head, she would make so much ...