“You too.”
I ended the call and with a thankful, happy smile etched across my lips. I closed up shop for the night, shutting down my computer and heading out of the nurses’ office. As I pulled my purse out of my locker in the break room, a white envelope sticking straight out of the middle pocket stared back at me.
Fingers crossed this is my bonus for enduring the Goddess Cup of hell… I thought to myself as I dragged it out of my purse and slid my index finger underneath the seal. A folded white piece of paper with a key taped to the front sat inside.
My mouth crested into a huge goofy smile once I’d scanned the note scribbled inside. Immediately, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent Will a quick text.
Me: The weirdest thing happened to me today.
He responded a minute a later.
Will: What?
Me: While I was at work, some stranger put a note in my purse with a key to his apartment.
Will: No shit. What did the note say?
Me: “Dearest Mel, Meet me in my bed, naked, at 9:00 p.m. tonight.”
Will: He sounds brilliant.
Me: I wish I could figure out who it was. I mean, he signed it, but his handwriting is complete shit. It might as well be a doctor’s sig on a patient prescription…
Will: Lol. My girl’s got jokes. I love it.
His girl. Will’s girl. I felt like a complete sap for loving that so much.
Me: So, is dinner involved tonight, or are we just doing the sex?
Will: I’ll pick up some takeout on my way home. I’ve got a board meeting at 7:30, but it shouldn’t run too late.
Me: I’ll only agree if the takeout is pancakes. Ohh! Make it chocolate chip pancakes!
Will: Pancakes? For dinner?
Why was that even a question? Breakfast for dinner was the greatest invention ever.
Me: Umm…YES.
Will: That’s kind of weird.
Me: Get with the program, Will. It’s the best dinner ever.
Will: Fine. I’ll bring the pancakes. You bring that perfect little cunt.
His words sent a shiver up my spine. God, I loved it when he talked dirty.
Me: Deal.
Will: And Mel?
Me: Yeah?
Will: She better be bared and spread out on my bed when I get home.
Me: Or what?
Will: Tongue-lashings.
Me: That’s not a punishment.
Will: I never said they’d lead to orgasm…
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold the phone. I wanted orgasms. I wanted lots and lots of Will-induced orgasms.
Me: Naked on the bed. Got it.
Will: See you tonight.
Since I had no desire to risk seeing Bill and Janet having “very sexy movie time,” I hadn’t worried about grabbing a change of clothes from their apartment and headed straight to Will’s place after leaving work. Which explained my current situation—stretched out on Will’s leather sofa, clad in only his T-shirt and my panties, while watching television and simultaneously scrolling through Facebook.
I wasn’t really one to post a lot of things on social media, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy reading everyone else’s shit.
As I swiped my finger across the screen of my phone, flying past boring statuses about people’s dinner choices and wedding countdowns and blah, blah, blah, one post in particular had me pausing at lightning-quick speed.
Patty Lister:
OMG. Who’s watching The Doctor Is In right now??? Are you seeing this??? Is Dr. OBscene going to sleep with Emily???
I hadn’t watched an episode since that night at Kline and Georgia’s house, but for some insane reason, before I could stop myself, I had the remote in my hand, and I was typing in the channel that Will’s docuseries was on. Instantly, his handsome face was on the screen. He appeared quite fucking cozy with a petite, blond nurse in a small alcove off to the side of the hospital hallway. His arm rested against the wall while he smirked down at her.
Jesus Christ, this kind of shit is still almost too painful to watch.
But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t turn off the television. I couldn’t fucking look away.
She whispered something into his ear, and he stared down at her with a heated look in his eyes.
Oh God. Please don’t let this get any worse. I wasn’t sure if my heart could take any more.
But, unfortunately for me, it did get worse. The camera flashed to shots of Will taking the nurse by the hand and leading her toward the doctors’ on-call room. He ushered her through the door with a flirtatious tap to her ass, and she giggled as it clicked shut behind them.
By the time a commercial with a dancing goat took over the screen, I wanted to throw up.
I need to stop watching this. Stop. Watching. Mel.
I probably should’ve listened to my brain’s wise words of advice. Actually, I really should’ve have listened. But I didn’t.
I wasn’t sure whether I was a moron or a masochist.
Mindlessly, I stayed glued to the couch, and my eyes stayed locked on the television. Four commercials later, I was face-to-screen with shots of the closed call room door while the microphone caught the whispers and giggles and fucking moans of the two people inside.
My stomach dropped to my feet like an elevator without cables. I was listening to Will and a nurse named Emily have sex.
I’m literally listening to my boyfriend having sex with someone else right now.
Oh. My. God.
Honestly, I barely knew Emily. I’d only spoken with her a time or two while I was assisting Will with deliveries on the floor. But I knew Will. Hell, I knew him so well that I would’ve known those moans were his moans even if I hadn’t had the awful opportunity of watching him walk into the call room with his work fuck buddy.
This hurts like a motherfucker.
That was an understatement. This was worse than the Goddess Cup opening up before I got it settled. This wasn’t physical pain, this was soul-deep, heart-crushing, emotional kind of pain.
How in the fuck had I found myself watching this?
Time and time again, he’d basically told me the show had made things out to be worse than they were. He’d admitted to flirting with a few of the nurses during filming, but he’d never expanded on the fact that it was possible they’d caught more than just flirting—aka fucking—on camera.
Even after I’d told him that the show and the parade of flirtatious patients had started to make me uncomfortable, he had never opened up and told me everything, or at least told me that it was probably for the best if I didn’t watch any more episodes. He’d had more than enough opportunities to be open and honest with me about how things were during the filming of the show—how he’d been before we’d started dating.
I mean, I wasn’t completely unrealistic. I understood that filming occurred prior to our relationship, but what I didn’t understand was how he’d completely missed the part where he filled me in on his sexual relationship with our hospital coworker so I didn’t look like a fucking fool.