Page 128 of Unleashed

Holy fuck.

I try to set down my phone, but I drop it. And I flip it back over, and it skids across the table. I pick it up again, and it rolls toward the salt and pepper. Fuck me.

Ferrera asks, “Problems?”

I slide my phone back to me and place it face down on the table this time. “No. You? I thought you found a job in there or something.”

He sits, and I feel his eyes on me as I return to my lasagna. “Come on, Greg. You don’t have to keep so many secrets.”

With a speed that defies nonchalance, I look up. “I’m not hiding shit.” Because I’m hiding shit.

“Okay, then. Where are you sleeping this week?”

I frown and scrape my fork across the top of a lasagna noodle. “In a bed. Jeez.”

“Alone?”

“Why does it matter?”

He leans over his plate. “In bed with Simone? Do you only sleep?”

I sigh as I drop my fork. “Hadley wanted to know what Simone and I do, so I may as well tell you. We screw hard, fast, slow, and loud. So what?”

Ferrera nods. “I figured. But I just wanted to know if you use one or two pillows. Calm down.”

I laugh. “You’re a dick.”

“I know.”

Chapter 19

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WALKING THROUGH THE front door, I see Dr. Garrison walking out of the dining room, greeting me with a frown. I say, “I saw Simone’s car. Is she up in our room?”

His disapproval of my very existence lives on. “I believe she went swimming. Where have you been?”

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