Page 137 of Secret Squirrel

“Do you know what this is doing to me?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lay the garage on your shoulders.”

He scoffed at me. “The garage? No, that’s not the fucking problem. I’m dealing withCarly,” he stressed.

I stared at him, then waved down at my leg that was sticking out with a bandage wrapped around it. “Yeah, that sounds fucking horrible compared to this.”

“Are you listening to me? She’s fucking living with me!”

“In my house?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, you think you have problems. I can’t get rid of her!”

“I thought you were getting an annulment.”

He sat down heavily in the chair beside the bed, acting like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Easier said than done. She follows me wherever I go. She took over my bed. She fucking parks behind me every night so I can’t get out!”

“Why don’t you just park on the street?”

“She had me towed!”

I frowned at that. “But, we own the only garage in town.”

“Yeah, how do you like that,” he nodded. “She called Julio and told him to tow me. And that fucker did it.”

Julio was a twenty-year-old kid that didn’t know his ass from his dick. I was kind of glad he was working for me now. I would have given anything to see Bowie’s face when he got towed by his own garage.

“So,” Bowie said, putting his legs up on my bed and kicking me in the process.

“Ow!” I shouted. “You fucker!”

“Quit whining. You’ve seen worse.”

I gritted my teeth through the pain and glared at him. “I nearly had my leg amputated, you asshole.”

“So, you have a bionic leg. You’re like the terminator.”

“That’s not what it’s like,” I bit out. “Not to mention the multiple concussions. Go easy on me.”

I didn’t even bother mentioning that the doctor had said nothing about recovery time yet, though I’d asked him several times. Every time I asked the nurse, she pumped me full of drugs and said,let’s wait for the doctor. It was like they were dragging it out.

“I’ll go easy on you when you kick Carly out of the house. Seriously, what were you thinking, sticking your dick in her?”

“Like you haven’t fucked her.”

“She’s my wife. Of course, I’ve fucked her.”

I sighed and rested my head back against the bed. “Well, fuck, you’re a dumb shit. You consummated the marriage?”

“Yeah.”

“So, that could make it more difficult to get an annulment, asshole.”

His brows scrunched as he stared at me. “No, I see it in the movies all the time.”

“That doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to get the annulment. You’re so fucking stupid. Why’d you sleep with her? You don’t even like her.”

“No, but…she’s got a pussy and I wanted to get laid.”

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