Page 178 of Unhinged

“The reason I was put on this earth. You’re my prince, my king, my soulmate, and my everything.”

I grin, but I hear voices on the stairs before I reply. I fall out of Simone, which makes us gasp.

I roll my eyes as I pull up my pants, and Simone uses the towel to wipe her legs before fixing her tight pants. She doesn’t have to hurry since I locked the door. These numbnuts would only know how to pop a lock if it’s twerking.

“What do I do with the towel?”

“I’ll throw it in the washer.” I tuck it under my arm, and we check our hair in the mirror. Before we go for the door, I pull Simone to me and smile at her smiling, flushed face. “I want to leave. We need another shower.” Simone laughs, and I kiss her, but the voices are louder, so I end it. “Damn brats.”

“You sound like an old man. Are you going to yell at them to get off your land?”

I widen my eyes at her as I grab the door handle. “When I get some land, absofuckinglutely, baby.”

I make sure I don’t have any bio evidence on my pants or remnants of a hard-on before opening the door. Sitting on the couch, Tabby and Ashley gawk at us. I snap, “What the hell are you doing down here? Your mom told you to leave us alone.”

“You were gone for years,” Ashley retorts as her face turns red.

Tabby scrunches her nose. “You did it in my studio?”

“Did what, exactly?” I cross my arms with the towel still tucked beneath.

Tabby’s face blanches, the opposite of Ashley’s, and together they look like a warped candy cane. “You know, so you’d better prepare to pay up, dude, if you don’t want Mom and Dad knowing.”

“I don’t give a shit what they know, so I guess your master plan is a master fail. They’re probably upstairs doing it right now, anyway.”

Both girls squeal with horror, and I laugh. Simone smacks my arm and says shit to calm them down. So easy.

I go over to the laundry room and hear them talking about Tabby’s hair. Sure. They don’t harass Simone. Just me.

I then swing over to the bathroom. It’s easy to hear them.

“Dang, Simone. You and Greg.”

“You did it with our brother?”

“Um… I really don’t want to talk about that.”

“Why? Is he that bad?” I swear to God I’ll bury Tabitha Rodwell’s body in the yard before I leave.

“No! I mean, you are too young to hear about that.”

“I’m seventeen. Josie was doing it at fifteen. We heard plenty, and I may not have done it yet, but I know things.” I doubt it. Yeah. Jo is loose.

“Me too.” Nope. Not even close.

“Does that mean you’re going to have a baby soon?” Fucking hell.

Simone stutters, “What? Why? Having sex doesn’t result in a baby every time. If so, then there’d be a lot more babies in every family.”

“Are you and Greg going to have kids?”

“I don’t know. Probably someday.” Never.

“I hope they don’t look like him. Poor kids.” And I hope you outgrow Rodney ASAP, Ashley.

“People supposedly do it if they’re in love. Do you love our brother?”

“I do. With my whole heart. He’s my soulmate and best friend.”

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