Page 47 of Unhinged

Milt sets bottles of beers on the counter with a weird chuckle. “Not them. Greg.”

Ice crackles my veins as I look around. “I haven’t said a word to him.”

“Well, for being the new girl, he’s not a fan of yours.”

“What did he say?”

Milt laughs. “Nothing nice.”

Candi asks, “Where’d he go?”

“Hell, if I know. He stormed off to the kitchen.”

“Great.” I sigh.

“I’ve never seen Greg so…animated.”

Putting the beers on her tray, Candi leans closer to me and says, “Greg doesn’t talk much about himself. All I know is he has a hot ass, and he’s packing heat in his jeans, if you know what I mean.” Damn, I do.

I clear my throat. “How would you know that?”

She laughs, tossing a disbelieving glance at me. “Girl, you can see the cock outline when he moves certain ways.” Oh. I actually never noticed until my hand was on it. I guess the rest of Greg distracted me.

Yes, because I was constantly arguing with the dickwad.

Keeping to myself that I almost rode his cock, I shrug. “Not impressed. If he can’t steer the thing, then it’s worthless. I’d rather fuck a dying vibrator.”

Candi screeches, grabbing my shoulder. “Oh, God! That’s hilarious but true!”

“It’s really a guy’s personality. If he can’t make me laugh, he’s history, no matter the size. Nice eyes too.”

Candi gasps, “You’d fuck one of those micro-dicks just because he makes you laugh?”

I snort but nod. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Don’t let your vibrator go far, broken or not.”

Seeing Greg return, shoving bottles and petulantly grabbing glasses from the bar, I tell Candi, “I’ll be back.”

When I reach the safety of the kitchen’s bright lights and Amos, I breathe a sigh. “You’re here.”

Amos looks up from his phone for a second before returning to it. “Yes, but I need to step out for an hour. There’s a break in a lawsuit, and they need me at the firm.” When he again looks at me and sees my horror, he puts up his hand. “I’ll be back to take you home.”

“Okay. Don’t forget me.”

Amos laughs. “It’s hard to.” He grabs his coat. “Call me if you need anything or if…” He glances toward the kitchen door.

“He’s not talking to me.”

“I told him to leave you alone. It’s better than you arguing. I guess he’s listening. I won’t be away long. Milt is in charge. Monty will be here soon.”

I nod but want to leave now. “Okay. Sounds good,” I say, stealing a phrase Finn utters often. I don’t want Amos to leave. He’s my ride or die, really.

Candi hands me the loaded tray when I return to the floor, and I panic. “Shit. I can’t carry this. I’ll drop them!” Now I sound like Greg giving Birdy a bath. Birdy. Dam. Her absence from my life doesn’t get better, but her dad is a pain in the ass I can’t escape.

Balancing the beers, I steadily walk, not taking my eyes off the trembling bottles. Though, I don’t know if they’re shaking more than me. Candi clears my path, and I come to a careful stop at the table. Candi distributes the beers, and I relax after delivering that last one.

Lowering the tray, I breathe a sigh of relief with a laugh. Tanner claps. “Nicely done, Simone.”

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