Page 80 of Unleashed

“Oh. I’m kind of into Zeke.” That’s a tow truck driver’s name in Alabama, if I’ve ever heard one. I cringe, and she whines, “I really need him to eat my pussy. I want to cream his beard. It’s like an obsession now.” And I thought I had enough gag-worthy moments today.

“Fine. Enjoy.” I smile at Ben and look at Greg, kissing the blueberry girl from that idiotic Willy Wonka movie.

I storm back to the table on a new mission. I swear smoke is steaming out of my ears. I’m angrier that I’m confusing the fuck out of myself. Hadley, Nico, and Rhonda watch me with shocked expressions.

I grab my purse and sweater, desperate for a fast exit. “I’m sick. Can someone give me a ride? Right now.”

For once, Rhonda speaks up. “Hey. I’m leaving. I’ll take you home.”

Hadley stands up as Rhonda grabs her purse. “Simone, what’s going on? What were you doing with Sylvie on the dance floor?” Hadley’s concern is cute but alarming since she’ll blab to my brother that I’m this fucked up.

I shake my head, relieved Rhonda’s hauling tits and ass. “Just messing around.”

“That was...wow.”

From the table, Nico looks past my shoulder. “Did you and Greg argue again? Oh, here he comes now.”

“No.”

He walks over to someone he knows, and I catch Rhonda’s expression before a hand grabs my arm and spins me around. “What the hell was that shit at the bar?”

I avoid looking at his face because his eyes will see my weakness: him. I yank my arm from his grip. “Fuck off.”

I turn to leave, but he blocks me and points at the bar. “Don’t even think you’re going home with some loser you met five seconds ago!”

“It’s none of your damn business, Rod! Are you spying on me?”

“What will your dad think if you aren’t with me, Garrison?”

I frown. “You have a goddamn date, so spare me your brotherly concern. I already have a bossy older brother and a grouchy stepbrother who both think I’m a baby. I don’t need you lecturing me about how girls should behave.”

Appearing confused, he spouts, “Yeah, and I bet they wouldn’t want some asshole who bought you a drink to attack you when you’re alone! It’s like you don’t fucking care!”

The music’s bass thumps as loud as my heart and my shouts, “You should talk? You can’t deal with what those fuckers did to you when you were eighteen! They pilfered a chunk of your soul!”

I shake my head, and he snaps, “Shut your—” Oh, I don’t think so.

“I hope you told your side piece. Because if she pressures you before you’re ready... It’ll kill what’s left of you.” And then I’ll slaughter Trashy.

I notice Hadley behind Greg. Oh. Shit. Horrified that I may have spilled his secret, I turn from his pained expression, wave, and head for the door. Thankfully, Rhonda follows.

On the way home, I create an excuse to tell my dad why Greg isn’t with me. “Yeah, Dad. Greg is fucking another woman right now. I’m totally cool with it.”

The nice thing about Rhonda is she doesn’t speak much. Until she does.

“What happened in there, Simone?”

I wince at my reflection in the side window. “What are you talking about?”

Her muted laugh is non-judgy, but her perfume is powdery fresh like a maxi pad. “Well, you kind of ran off. Right?”

“I just... Greg and I don’t get along.” That statement leaves a bitter taste in my mouth since he used to be my favorite person.

Rhonda doesn’t respond at first, and I breathe a sigh of relief. But it’s a breath too soon.

“Although you two argue, I think he has deep feelings for you.”

I burst out laughing to stop myself from crying into my tits. “Yeah, hate. You’re watching way too much CW or Oxygen. Two lights ahead, you’ll need to take a left.”

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