Page 22 of The Surgeon's Secret

She flicked her fingers across Catherine’s clitoris before softly slipping a finger inside her wet folds.

“So good for me. So needy.”

Tonight, Lexi wanted more than just sex. She wanted to pretend like Catherine was hers alone, that she didn’t have to share her with anyone else. She wanted her completely.

Sliding down Catherine’s body, Lexi positioned herself between her legs, as she began fucking her with her fingers. She pulled herself up onto her elbows and leaned forward. Catherine’s pussy tasted divine, so hot and slick. A spike of desire coursed through her as Catherine gasped and wound her hands into Lexi’s hair, holding her head in place. She sucked and licked in time with her fingers, driving Catherine right to the edge.

It was overwhelming, and when Catherine finally reached her peak, the rush of release was almost violent in its power. Lexi’s chest heaved as she collapsed against Catherine, her skin still tingling with the aftershocks of their connection.

“I love you,” Catherine whispered.

Lexi held her tight. “I love you, too,” she whispered into Catherine’s hair.

But as the adrenaline faded and the world slowed around them, the weight of reality crashed back down on Lexi. She lay beside Catherine, trying to catch her breath as her mind spiraled in a thousand directions. The silence in the room washeavy, thick with the consequences that both of them knew were coming.

Lexi’s eyes closed, and for a moment, she let herself pretend that everything was fine, that there would be no fallout, no broken relationships, no wreckage in her wake. But she knew better.

Lexi was still lying in bed beside Catherine, the warmth of their shared moment slowly fading as her mind began to race. Her body still hummed with the echoes of what had just happened, the intensity of their connection clouding her thoughts. But then, a sound shattered the calm—a knock at the door.

At first, Lexi thought it was just the remnants of a dream, but the knock came again, louder this time. It sent a jolt of panic through her. She froze, her heart hammering as reality snapped back into place.

“Who is it?” Catherine asked, her voice thick with confusion.

“I-I don’t know,” Lexi stammered, still struggling to regain her bearings.

When Lexi opened the door, Josephine was standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression hard and unreadable. The look on her face stopped Lexi in her tracks—this was not how she’d envisioned speaking to her half-sister again. It was only then that Lexi realized how much she’d been dreading this moment.

“Josephine,” Lexi said, trying to sound calm, though the knot in her stomach only tightened as Josephine frowned at her. “I wasn’t expecting?—”

“I wanted to talk somewhere private.” Josephine cut her off, voice cold, eyes flicking past Lexi into the apartment. Her gaze landed on Catherine, still half-dressed, and the air froze.

Josephine looked back at Lexi, her face tightening. “You know, I came here to talk about my father. To admit that I have no idea whether or not he cheated on my mom, and I’ve been distant because I have no idea how to have a sister…but I didn’t expectthis.”

There was no anger in her voice—not yet—but the disappointment was evident in every word. Lexi felt her stomach tighten, her thoughts a blur, unable to find the right words.

“You had the audacity to make our father sound like a villain for having an affair,” Josephine continued, her eyes searching Lexi’s face as if trying to make sense of it all. “When you were doing the same thing…with CatherineSpencer?” Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly regained composure. “I just…I don’t understand, Lexi.”

Lexi’s heart raced. The situation was spiraling, and fast. Her throat felt dry as she looked between Josephine and Catherine, who was now standing behind Lexi, fully aware of what was happening. She wanted to explain, to apologize, but the words seemed to catch in her chest.

“I…this isn’t what you think,” Lexi finally managed to say, her voice shaky. “It’s…complicated.”

Josephine took a step forward, her eyes narrowing. “Complicated?” she repeated, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “How is it complicated, Lexi? You’re a surgeon, one of the best, and you’re having an affair with another surgeon. Amarriedsurgeon, no less.”

Lexi flinched at the accusation, the sting of her sister’s words settling into her bones. Josephine’s disapproval was suffocating, but Lexi couldn’t deny the truth in it—there was no easy way to explain how everything had happened, how one mistake had ledto another. She’d never imagined being in a mess like this. But now that it was here, she didn’t know how to fix it.

Josephine stepped closer, her face hardening. “I’ve been avoiding this conversation, Lexi. I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to handle the fact that you’re my half-sister and I never even knew you existed.” She paused and took a breath, her gaze shifting to the floor before it returned to Lexi with a coldness that made Lexi’s heart sink.

“But now I know. And I’m not going to pretend I understand this…this…whatever it is between you and Catherine.” Her voice was quieter now, though the bitterness was still there, lacing every word. “I thought we could have a real conversation. Start over. But now I see what I expected back when I first met you.”

Lexi opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to explain, but Josephine raised her hand to stop her.

“No, Lexi. I’m disappointed in you,” Josephine said. “I thought you might be different. I thought you might actually care about this family, about what we’re building here. But clearly, I was wrong.” She shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “This…this is just likehim.”

Lexi’s breath caught in her throat. Josephine’s words hit her like a physical blow.Just like him.Her father’s affair had destroyed so much of their family, had left Lexi and her mother both fractured in different ways, each of them carrying their own scars from the wreckage. And now Josephine was throwing that same accusation in her face.

“You’re just like our father,” Josephine spat, her eyes hardening. “Sleeping with a married woman. Running around behind people’s backs. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

The words were venomous, each one more painful than the last. Lexi’s heart broke under the weight of them. Hearingthis come from Josephine’s mouth—the half-sister she’d barely gotten to know, the one she’d hoped to build some kind of relationship with—was like a punch to the gut.

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