Page 38 of Unhinged

Amos looks from the road to me as he leaves the lot. “Why?”

I shrug. “My boss, a smart psychologist. My roommate, a brilliant lawyer. Me, a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Your self-description is not accurate, Simone. Your brother would even disagree.”

“My brother can play in traffic,” I mutter and sigh toward the window. I guess I should make a good impression. This woman could be the ticket to some kind of career. I want to help people, but I don’t know how. I tried to before, but Greg mocked me.

“How was work?”

“It’s okay. Boring right now, but it’s not scrubbing toilets.”

“That’s progress. Have you thought more about helping at the bar?”

“I suppose.”

“Good. We’ll start training tomorrow night.”

Awesome. Two jobs and living with a gay man. I’ll never score another date again.

I thought I wouldn’t have to.

Stupid me.

Chapter 8

Simone squeals, “Oh, my God!” For a split second, she looks…happy to see me. Until her face falls, and she growls, “Greg? Why are you here?”

Her chest heaves, and I remember fondling her tits. More than a mouthful but a perfect handful. They were so fucking…

I wish she were dead.

Maybe disfigured. I’m not a damn monster.

Before I can respond, my mother says, “I’m sorry, Amos. I meant to call you, but something came up.”

“What is she doing here?” I demand and then point to the source. “You, Vaughn. You did this.”

Amos yammers, “I’m aware neither of you expected this.”

“Kind of like a venereal disease.”

Mom gasps, “Greg!”

Garrison blinks several times, gaping at me and then my mom. “Dr. Abramson? How do you know… Oh, God. Oh, shit.”

My mom sighs. “Simone, Greg is my son.”

Her mouth drops open, and I remember how her tongue tasted. I wanted it to slide over my dick while I jizzed in her mouth. I’ve never done that with a woman. And Christ, I even imagined dripping over her pink lips like warm icing and her tongue sweeping it.

Amos remains useless as always. Garrison asks, “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”

Amos answers, “We wanted to surprise you both.”

Together, Garrison and I seethe, “Surprise,” which miffs us, and we look away from each other. I clench my fists and glare at Vaughn. I then send my fury to Garrison, whose deep blue eyes thrash between hatred and fear.

My mother raises her voice. “Wait a minute! What is the problem here, Greg? Amos said you and Simone are friends!”

Amos nods. “They were.”

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