Page 143 of Unhinged

“It’ll be fine.” I go to kiss her, but she hides her mouth and muffles, “I need to brush my teeth.”

I roll my eyes this time. I’d do the same thing, though. I kiss her forehead. “I’ll come back later to check on you.”

Simone smiles up at me as she lowers the blanket. “You’re such a nice guy, Greg Rodwell.”

“Isn’t that what husbands are for?”

She giggles, and I pounce to kiss her lips, making her shriek and hide again.

I laugh. “Bye, baby.” When I reach the door, I tease, “And for fuck’s sake, brush your teeth.”

Simone throws a pillow at me, and I hear her groan with giggles as I go down the stairs, making me laugh with her. I need to get out of here before I’ll never leave.

I have shit to do.

I see Amos in the kitchen as I grab my boots. He clears his throat as I continue with my task with a sigh. “What?”

“I think the city heard you and Simone discussing your future together last night.” When I look up, he cocks his stupid, judgmental eyebrow.

“Huh,” I say, grabbing my coat. “I only remember us fucking each other’s brains out, but that’s communication, right?”

Amos shakes his head as I laugh, knowing it’ll be the last time I do until later when I see Simone again.

Today should be interesting.

Straightening my green Fall Out Boy shirt, looking very much like a frog Simone has kissed, I shove open the waiting room door and go to the check-in desk. The buttons of my black wool pea coat scrape against the counter. Elijah looks up at me as I grin, though it’s friendly. I don’t want to rub my marital status in his face, not that I have any glaring indication on my left ring finger. I’m not that much of a dick. Just to that Tanner bastard. And Morgan. And Shasta. And Colt. I guess I do have a list. Amos is all in good fun.

“Hey. Morning. It’s Elijah, right?”

However, Elijah isn’t as cordial. “Oh. You’re Simone’s husband.”

“The real deal. I need to see my mother.”

“And I need to let you back here?”

“That’s usually the procedure.”

“Good morning, handsome.” I glance to my right to see a teal-clad Cynthia eye-fucking me three different ways, which nauseates me. “You get better looking every time I see you.” The bitch takes another tour of my face and chest.

I smirk when I want to barf. “Really? It must be all the hot newlywed sex. Simone sure is a lucky girl, right? She saw what’s under my hood and can’t keep her hands off me. Thank God.” I regret throwing Elijah into my crossfire, but he wanted to fuck Simone, so he takes the bullet or hugs a freight train like Grandma Abramson.

Cynthia’s smile goes limp like my dick around her. “Oh. Lovely. Where is your bride? She’s usually here by now.”

“Her hands. My hood. Rough night.” Sort of the truth.

Elijah rolls out his chair, making it almost fall over, and storms off. It’s better he did.

Cynthia clears her throat, sounding like Grandma Rodwell after inhaling too much of her cigar, and says, “I can’t believe you married Simone. She just started working here like last week or something.”

“Not that it matters, but I’ve known her for a while. She’s my best friend. Now and forever, my wife.” I can’t even lie to this ugly cunt.

Cynthia picks up a folder and laughs. “Her, though? She seems…”

I lean on the counter, glaring at her. “Watch how you finish that.”

Her smug grin returns. “I guess I don’t think anyone is good enough for you.” I’m not even good enough to be Simone’s prince.

“And you would be?” I’d rather blow Amos. And now I won’t be eating for the rest of the year.

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