Page 75 of Unleashed

Chapter 11

Simone

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“DATE?”

I follow Greg. He looks over his shoulder. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? I’m sure you can bum a ride from Hadley.”

Greg heads toward the main doors, leaving me with my mouth open as I follow him. I accidentally make eye contact with some jerk eyeing my tits.

The dirtbag says, “I got something for that pretty mouth, babe.”

“Fuck off!” I squeal as I concentrate on fast-walking in these four-inch motherfuckers.

Midway, Greg stops, and I almost fall into him. He nods toward the dance floor. “Could you find someone else to stalk and continue to pretend I don’t exist?”

Stunned, when he walks again, I catch up to him. My heels slow me down but don’t hold me back. “Uh, hello? This wasn’t a night out with dates. I don’t have one.”

Greg stops again and turns toward me. His eyes drop to my tits, and he licks his lips. Using it to my advantage, I jut them out to distract him from leaving. A fucking date? Who in the hell is he dating? Greg mentioned nothing about dating other women. Am I too gullible to think he wouldn’t? Did he yank Cleo from Durham for this night out? That red-headed hussy was... lovely. How dare that bitch?

I doubt I’ll ever date or fuck again. Greg Rodwell ruined me for other men. Maybe I’ll need to try women.

“Greg!”

We both look to see that blue-haired girl from Ronin’s, who looks like a Smurf jizzed on her head. As she walks toward us, her red dress doesn’t move much because it’s not much more than a slip, making Victoria’s Secret models demure in comparison. I see her nipple piercings through the cheap satin, and she’s wearing black combat boots. Can she be any trashier and so not his type? Cleo was a better choice.

Like I was Greg’s type. Hysterical.

When Greg approaches her, my stomach twists, and my heart pounds to a wobbly beat, off-kilter to the dumb, slow song playing.

Greg ignores me as he fawns over her. “Tansy, I’m glad you made it.” Tansy? Did I hear that right? Maybe it’s Pansy. Tansy sounds like a goddamn tongue disease you get from sucking off dirty dicks behind a Bojangles.

She glances at me and smiles, showing off her tongue ring. Eww. “Hello,” she says, giving Greg a confused look, waiting for an intro or an explanation. He’ll need to dig deep because I’m not shoveling his shit.

I cross my arms, almost elbowing my dress open and exposing my tits in her face. Serves the flat-chested bitch right. “I came here with Greg.”

Greg frowns and puts his arm around Trashy. “Carpooled. I live near her. She can’t hold her liquor.” What in the actual fuck?

“Cool. I’m Tansy.” She flashes her teeth, but I notice her pointy nipples with barbell piercings more than anything else. They look like airplane propellers. Maybe they’ll fly her right the hell out of here.

I force a lazy smile. “Simone.” Charmed, I’m not.

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