Page 19 of Arranged Hearts

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“Get. Out!”

“I could help you in there, just so you know.”

Never!

I can never imagine anyone else but Adora, which makes me even angrier.

“I don’t fuck children.”

“I’m an adult!” she yells.

“Yeah, and I’m the pope. Now,get out. How many times do I have to say the words?”

It takes a few moments, but then I hear her footsteps as she walks away.

When I think it’s all clear, I huff out a breath and get in the shower. As I wash myself, I glance at the shampoos—Adora’s are still sitting there. Then, without an ounce of self-control, I lift it to my nose, inhaling her scent that I miss too damn much.

Ahhh… cotton candy.

She shouldn’t be affecting me this way.

“Is there a reason you’re sniffing that?” I jump at Lucas’s voice coming from the other side of the shower door.

“For fuck’s sake. Did I say you could come in here?” I yell. “Get out.”

“Why is your wife’s sister walking around naked?”

“Who the fuck knows? That one is as fucked in the head as you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says, smirking.

“It isn’t. Now, go so I can finish showering.”

“Can’t. Jake called.”

“And?” I groan, rinsing off quickly.

“Seems he just bought your wife.”

What?

That…

Fuck!

Turning the water off, I step out, and Lucas passes me a towel.

“Yep. Called me because he said you never fucking answer.”

“I was sleeping.”

“Who needs sleep?” Lucas shrugs.

How Chanel puts up with him, I will never know.

I wrap the towel around my waist as Abigail saunters back in, still fucking naked.

“For fuck’s sake, Abigail, put on some damn clothes.”


Tags: T.L. Smith Erotic