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"I have a sixteen hour surgery."
"Great, so we'll talk about it over a person's brain. I'll bring snacks. Come on, Wendy, let's go jog and bet if Sullivan is either dating a very ugly woman or harboring a fugitive."
Somehow her options were better than the real thing, and this said a lot about my judgement. This sucked balls big time.
Jessica and Wendy started jogging their way back down my driveway, and I could finally relax and go on with my day. I needed to find a way to fix my life.
Or a lie so big to convince both my friends and my secret fake wife.
I found my two girls in the bathroom. Rita was checking the water temperature, and Chelsea was sucking on a bottle, wrapped up in one of those adorable baby robes that has teddy bear ears. I couldn’t help but snort when I saw that Rita put her in the sink.
"You want to help us get clean, papi?"
"Chelsea, yes, but I would rather filthyyou up."
The rogue smile that was dancing on those rosy, plump lips held a lot of promises. It promised of a lot of filth. Sex with my lady was off the charts; she was turning me into a crazed animal. If we weren’t ripping each other's clothes off, we were doing lots of PDA; if it wasn’t PDA, it was a lot of verbal foreplay. And the slight BDSM tendencies she had that we were experimenting with together? I liked it.
I liked grabbing her throat and pinning her curvy body to the closest flat surface. And I loved grabbing her hair because that always sent her to her knees.
I was never like that. Avery...we wouldn't even kiss in public. She would never risk ruining her lipstick for something as frivolous as love.
I closed my eyes and shook my head in an attempt to push those memories back. I was not mad because of my life with Avery. My ex-wife was never cut out to be what I wanted; I was mad because I indulged the situation, lying to myself and holding onto something that wasn't there. I believed we had the perfect life when the truth was, we both lived in misery.
I knew I had said I'd fix this in two days but looking back only made me want to hold onto Rita even tighter.
"Hey, are you good, mi alma? You spaced out."
"No sorry, Jessica told me something about a case I have to see next time I'm at the hospital."
"Who?"
"Jessica Monroe, I told you about her."
"Oh, yes from the lesbian couple."
I needed to remind Rita to not say that around Jess. The woman hated labels.
"Yeah, they were at the door. Apparently, they jog around our neighborhood now. I don't know why; they live nowhere near but stopped to say hi."
"WHAT?! James, why didn't you call on me."
Because it would have ruined our very carefully crafted alternative life.
"You were busy with Chelsea."
"You should have told me. Now they will believe I'm injured, crazy and rude."
"You are none of those things. Love, they are all doctors; they know how things are right now for you and me, and everybody understands."
"Yes, but shouldn't we start...I don't know, fixing it? When we first started going out, how long did it take for me to meet your golden gang?"
Good question. Keep it simple, Sullivan.
"Not long. My golden what?"
"You always speak highly of your friends so they must be gold."
She was so weird and cute. I loved...umm...maybe not go there right now.
