Page 86 of Unhinged

I can’t help but smile this time. “Sure thing, swizzle stick.” His face lights up, and I roll my eyes as I leave.

When I close the door, I hear Dr. Abramson say, “Greg, I’m struggling here. Explain. The truth this time.”

Cow Number One walks by me and says, “Privacy laws frown upon eavesdropping on a patient.”

“I’m not,” I argue as she walks away, swaying her watermelon butt. Why in the hell do I bother?

Seeing Cow Number Two watching me from her trough, I reluctantly walk away from the door, missing what Greg says to his mother. Why in the hell do I need to hear him tell her it’s all a ruse?

Returning to the storage room, I’m mass confusion in a skirt. I sip my tea to calm down, but two minutes later, the door opens, and Greg slips into the room. I shriek, “Why’d you lie to her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Because we’re in love? Are you fucking serious?”

He drops the smile. “Simone, come on. I can’t tell her it’s because you wanted a different last name. You saw how Amos took it. It’s better to go with the main accepted reason people marry. Then we don’t have to hear anyone lecture us. I mean, we can use the last-name reason for dating, but my family doesn’t need to know that. They’ll lose their shit and lock me in a psycho ward. They have connections.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it that way.”

“See? I did.”

“Okay, but now I have to live a double life here.”

“You changed your name. It’s kind of hard to avoid.”

“I wasn’t using your name here yet. I’m going out with Elijah tonight.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he asked”

“We promised no sex with anyone else.”

“Right. For two weeks. I don’t sleep with anyone until after a month of dating, so it’s all good.”

“Well, for now, you’re mine.”

“For now.”

He tosses his coat to the floor and licks his lips as he checks me out. “And right now, that skirt is doing things to my dick.”

“Like what?”

Greg undoes his belt and fly. “Let’s bend you over that table and find out.”

I glance behind me as my pussy clenches. “You think you’re going to have sex with me in here?”

“Here and again later, so yeah. I gotta make up for lost time, and your pussy is good practice.”

I swallow as he stares into my eyes. “Only if your dick can make me come.”

Laughing, Greg pulls out his wallet and finds the rubber. “Christ. I’ll see what I can do.”

Thinking of jilling off with his cum, I ask, “Can’t we skip that? I’m on the pill. I take it regularly every single day.”

He tosses his wallet onto the table. “Accidents happen.”

“A condom can fail, as you pointed out.” I go below the belt, so to speak. “I thought you trusted me?”

---