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When I’m done, I open the door to see her wiping her eyes toward the wall. I didn’t mean to upset her about us being married. Shit.

But we are married.

It’s confusing as hell. Earlier today, I wanted to marry Simone to help her out for a year. Then, at the bar tonight, I missed her. But how in the hell do I know if what I feel is real this time?

“What?” she asks. Her eyes are red, and she doesn’t keep them on me for long.

I clear my throat. “I’m heading home.”

“Okay. Thanks for…coming.” She smiles, but it doesn’t last long, either.

“Sure. That’s what I’m here for,” I tease, but it sounds like a sad footnote.

Simone follows me to the front door, where I put on my boots and grab my coat from a chair.

I open the door, and, on an impulse, I turn to her. Simone looks up at me with a hopeful gaze, maybe. I bend to give her a quick kiss, but my heart pounds a warning when we keep going.

When our kiss heats and I’m seconds from fucking her against the wall, Simone pulls away and whispers, “I can’t kiss you anymore. We need to stick to the ground rules.”

“We can amend them, you know.” I smirk, but son of a bitch. This is another kick to the balls.

Simone shakes her head, and her gaze falls to my throat. “Our two weeks will be over soon. Just sex. That was the deal. And you said it yourself. No kissing.”

“Neither of us mentioned getting hitched, either. But we did.”

“Rules, Greg.” I’m obtuse, like Amos said.

I nod. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before I can beg her to… I don’t even fucking know. I go to my truck, confused, irritated, fucked, and married.

Chapter 16

Simone

“So, when are we going out on a real date?” Elijah asks as I remove papers from the copier.

“Um, how about tonight? I get off at eight from the bar but close tomorrow and Sunday.”

“Yeah, sure. I can pick you up.”

I grin. “Awesome.”

Elijah turns to assist a patient while the Heifer Sisters glare at me. I don’t know what I did to them besides exist. Oh, well. Their loss. I’m an A-plus friend.

I return to the storage room to resume my organization project. This room brings me sadness and joy. I’m only with Greg for a short time and even a shorter time, making love to him. Soon, he’ll be doing it with Kalvin or Kamo or Kelso or whatever the hell her name is. I hope she falls into a black hole.

Be nice.

Okay. So, she falls into a black hole and finds herself in an alternative universe where she rights all her wrongs and lives happy, healthy, and far away from Greg Rodwell before I set the bitch on fire and push her down a hill.

Better.

I roll my eyes at myself. Holy hell, I need a man to get over the one I’m married to. Jesus Christ. But I can’t ignore last night. He kissed me like he wanted to, and not because he was finally getting off in a pussy and was so damn overcome with emotion, he couldn’t contain it.

I’m annoying myself.

A knock at the door surprises me since I’m usually alone back here, except for Greg the one time. And what a time it was. I still feel his tongue caressing my clit. The door opens, and Dr. Abramson peeks her head in. “Can I see you in my office, please?”

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