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Taking off her coat, she glances at me but then looks away. Her ass looks good in a short black denim skirt. Goddamn, her legs. The way she moves is like watching a tide pool swirling sand. I don’t even just stare at her ass. My eyes are all over her legs, tits, and smile, which she does a lot. People love her.
Someone asks, “You got a thing for the new girl?”
“No.” Again, way too fast. I have no chill.

Unable to hide it anymore, I whisper, “I want you. So goddamn much.” Her hand goes to my T-shirt, and she shoves it upward. I stop fingering her to sit up, and I get off the bed. When I push down my jeans, her eyes are on my dick. I creep over her, impatient yet unsure of what the fuck I’m doing. Hovering over her, I look at her naked body beneath me.
She whispers, “What? Are you okay? We don’t have to do this.”

“You’ll sleep with him but not take me up on my offer? I gave you a path to forgiveness.”
“It’s emotional blackmail. Forget to forgive me because you either forgive me now or never. If me fucking you is the only way you might stop hating me, then you can go fuck yourself. I’m not some mindless whore you can manipulate or guilt into having sex, just so you can screw other women. Now, get out of my way, Rod.”

"Oh, my God, Greg." Her pussy grabs my dick like it’s the last contraband donut at a health spa. I may as well be coming again because her orgasm is tight, slippery, and it feels fucking amazing even with a rubber. It also sounds like I’m stomping through mud puddles. She whisper-shrieks, so I cover her mouth with my hand until the only sound we hear is pots and pans clanging on TV.

You left Richmond without even a fuck you.”
“You’re right. How rude of me. Fuck you. There you go.”
“Lovely. And it’s not just me you left. You left Birdy.”
“What good was I to her there?”
“You’re right. Her mother never left.” That also stings. “What about Hadley?”
“Get out of my face.”
“I guess you never cared about her, either. I’ll make sure to tell her that, and she’ll hate you forever.”

“Rod—”
“Stop calling me that.”
Amos frowns, not expecting that. With the music more muted in the kitchen, I practically hear his judgment. “What? Rod?”
“The one and only.”
He squints like I shined the sun in his face. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been Rod.”
“Not by choice. It was forced upon me. This is where I kill Rod. I’m Greg. Always been and like Janet Jackson, I’m finally in control.”

“You’re acting weird.”
Mom's phone bounces around in her hands and she catches it. “Lord Almighty, Greg!”
“Settle down there. You planning a bank heist or something?”
“Just checking messages.” Her smile is stiff.
“What’s with you?”
“Nothing. I hired a new assistant today—Kelsey.”
“Sounds like a cheerleader whose favorite position is on her knees.”
“Honestly, Greg. Why do you say things like that?”
“Because I can?”

You think I’ve changed? Well, all aboard the Crazy Train and hold on for wretched life. Those sharp turns and sudden betrayals are a bitch.

“You propositioned Hadley?”
“Use smaller words, Vaughn, or I’m going to sleep.”
“I’m trying to understand, and I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”
“I asked her to screw me. I wanted her to cheat on Wilder.”
“You wanted her to have an affair with you?”
“God save the queen. Get the hell on board. I’m not rebuilding the goddamn Titanic.”
“I apologize. I’m trying to understand. How far have you gone with Hadley?”