Chapter 13
“Now I’m going to ask you that significant life event question. How on earth did you convince your wife to ever go on a date with you?” Fox taunts me.
I glare at her as Deere and Pamola stifle laughter as best they can. “I can be charming.” When I want to be. For my wife, I really wanted to be.
“Sir, no offense, but I have no qualms about the fact you’re lying. In fact, I’m not even considering this a lie. It’s more along the lines of delusional behavior.”
“Actually, Fox,” Pamola starts.
She groans. “Don’t say it.”
My lips quirk. I don’t speak a word because Pamola does it for me. “Not kidding. He’s not.”
“How? You’re sanctimonious, smug, overly superior—”
“You list those qualities like they’re bad things.”
Deere pipes up, “I just want details. I mean, has anyone actually ever heard the story?”
A gleam appears in Fox’s eyes. She flips through my file and I groan inwardly, knowing the answer already. No. No one knows how I managed to convince Bethany to go out with me.
I became her little bitch, supplicating myself to her every whim. I begged. I pleaded.
Ultimately, it took an act worse than any other I’ve ever done for my country.
I went bowling.