Page 154 of Unleashed

“I already fucking lost her! Christ! She didn’t want me! Remember?” I shove folders and papers aside and stand. “And stop telling me I’m in love with Simone! I’m over her!” That’s my new motto.

He frowns, his eyes indulging me like I’m throwing a tantrum. “You two need to sit down and discuss your feelings.”

“Fuck. I’m outta here.”

When I round my desk, Vaughn blocks the door. “This is your last chance with Simone. You lost a baby together. Don’t lose each other.”

“Can you move?”

He nods. “I could.”

When he doesn’t budge, I sigh. “For fuck’s sake, Amos. Maybe you’re right, but nothing will happen with Simone if you keep stopping me.”

His eyes light up, and he relents. Such a dumbfuck.

“MR. RODWELL, I THOUGHT you might miss your wife’s graduation.”

Trying to avoid looking directly at the son of a bitch so I don’t lose my eyesight, I shut the door and peer up the staircase. “Why would I do that?”

His accusatory gaze irks the shit out of me. “Do they allow you to dress up at work? I thought you had to wear jeans or one of those zippered suits.”

“I changed before I left.” Dick.

“I don’t smell gasoline, so that’s an improvement.” I’d still light your ass on fire.

“Is Simone getting ready?”

He crosses his arms, and his disdain is a blaring foghorn. “Have you thought about my offer?”

“To dump my wife for cash?”

“If you’d like to put it that way.”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it. How much were you offering? I don’t think you said.”

Dr. No shrugs. “Ten thousand.”

I laugh. “That’s it? I’m supposed to disrupt our lives and break her heart for that much? I’ll pass.”

“I doubt you’ll break her heart. Simone will forget your name in six months.”

“Damn, that’s cold.”

“I’m only stating the truth.”

“I’m only stating that you’d better up your offer if you want me to bite.”

“Bite what?” Simone asks as she starts down the stairs. Her aqua lace minidress is see-through except for her tits, puss, and ass. She’s fucking sexy, but it’s not just the dress. I couldn’t stop myself from jacking off next to her last night. I made sure not to come on her like I did with Hadley. Another lesson learned.

“That dress is short, Simone,” her father bitches. “You should resemble a college graduate, not a stripper.”

She stands on the bottom step and I notice worry and shame creeping onto her face as she smooths down her dress.

I go to the bottom step and put my arms around her waist. Simone drapes her arms over my shoulders and looks into my eyes with uncertainty. Her voice trembles. “What do you think, Greg?”

I tell her the truth. “That I want to go upstairs with you and not take off the dress.”

“Don’t be crass, Mr. Rodwell.”

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