Chapter 20. Tensions

With money and connections, my wife got her furniture in just a few hours. The men who delivered and installed the bedroom set just left. I was tired and sleepy, but Maverick still cleaned the closet and put her clothes in place. She locked the room and didn’t allow anyone to get in.

I knocked again. This time, I had reasons. “For how long are you going to lock the door, Maverick? The food is getting cold.”

“Just a minute.”

I shook my head as I joined the guys in the small kitchen. “I can’t fucking believe it. Why am I not allowed to get in?”

Homer shook his head in amusement.

“Do you have something to say?”

“Girls value their privacy a lot. They have things they didn’t want boys to see.”

“Like what?”

“Tampons, underwear, shavers, maybe pictures with their exes, love letters, and so on,” Owen replied.

“Sex toys.” Homer shrugged.

My blood started rushing in my head. “Sex toys?”

“What are yo