Chapter 43. A Ruined Evening

[Rosco’s POV]

“Is there something important you’re waiting for?”

Frowning, I examine Charlie as he smirks at me. What the fuck was he doing, giving me that creepy face? Doesn’t he know he looks like a damn creeper?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles when I grimace, not bothering to hide my disgust. “You’ve checked your watch at least a dozen times since lunch. You must have a hot date with your wife later, don’t you?”

“Something like that.”

Even though I didn’t have a date per se, we did have plans. Before leaving for work, I offered to take her out to dinner since she seemed a bit off due to her piece of shit-ex calling. To my surprise, she declined my offer and insisted on cooking for me instead so that we could just stay in and be together. Of course, I didn’t decline since I was curious about just how good of a cook my wife truly was.

“You’re whipped, dude,” Charlie chuckles. “Someone just needs to mention your wife, and you become