Page 20 of Secret Seduction
Coralynn: Lucky bitch has McHottie for herself and McBroody as her doctor
I’m never going to get this story out without any more interruptions, so I go silent and finish typing what just happened.
Me: It all started when Marissa was taking my weight. No big deal, right? Like, that’s normal, even though it’s a pain in the ass. Well, one of the other girls and she laughed as I stepped off. I shrugged it off. Then Marissa had me doing all of the other stuff Lennie does in a room, like blood pressure, which of course is through the roof. She does it out in the open and discusses it loudly enough for everyone to hear. I find out my results of the biopsy today (Coralynn, hush your pie hole and don’t say a word to our parents yet) and of course, the cunt cake decided to make some kind of slick-as-shit assumption.
I screw up and hitSend. I’ve yet to tell my family or my sister about the cyst found during my surgery.
Lennie: Goddamn Nadine. Those two are always up to no good. They do their job, for the most part. The problem with them is they like to chat, and not in the good kind of way.
Coralynn: I swear I’m going to wring your neck, but I’ll be quiet. Please continue.
Lyric: Ummm, I think we’re all missing something here.
Lennie: No kidding.
Me: During surgery, they found a cyst on my ovary. The results weren’t ready, and Luke helped keep my mind off them. We talked, he calmed me down, and he repeated the same process this morning. I’d felt pretty optimistic until Marissa made her statements. One out in the open where anyone could hear and the other here in the room.
Kenny: Game fucking on. It’s been a long time since we got into some shenanigans. Hasn’t Marissa created issues before?
Lennie: Yes, she’s always trying to bag a doctor. Any doctor will do in her eye. Which is dumb because her daddy is one of the big wigs at the hospital.
Lyric: THE FUCK!
Coralynn: Brb. I’m on my way to slice and dice…her tires, that is.
Winnie: Shit, let me pack up Seb, drop him off at Johnny’s parents’ place, and I’ll go with Cora.
Me: Okay, calm down, killers. We’re all going to serve justice. Anyways, she eluded that Luke wouldn’t be with me if there were, you know, bad news. Except nobody outside of our circle knows what’s going on, so my question is, how did she find out? And before you say anything, I already know Luke would stand by me should this be the unfathomable. I tried to give him an out. He shut me up by kissing me, so yeah, there’s that.
Coralynn: Do you think she saw the two of you around town or at the hospital?
Lennie: Did you ride with him into work?
Kenny: I need to do some sleuthing before we seek vengeance. My husband being a police officer and all that. Which also means he’s got built-in knowledge.
Lyric: I vote laxatives in her drink when no one’s looking.
Maci: Does anyone know where she lives? A little B&E, glitter in all of her hair products would work, too.
Coralynn: Three tires slashed means no insurance will cover it…I’m just saying.
Me: Not that I’m aware, unless she’s stalking us. I think we’re going to need a girls’ night to sort out everything. I’m not sure how much time I have left until Doctor Gallo comes in. Plus, if she’s doing this to me, then what could she be doing to others?
Lennie: God, you’re right. Shit on a brick. Okay, hold tight. I know a few of the good ones there. Actually, they all are, minus Marissa and Nadine. I’ll reach out some feelers, see what’s been going on. It’s your story to tell if you want to bring it to Luke and Anthony’s attention.
Lyric: Yep, we’re here no matter what.
Kenny: I’ll still do a little digging.
Winnie: I’m keeping my knife in my purse, just in case.
Coralynn: Sister, I like your friend group. This is the type of girls you deserve, not those catty bitches who put down your idea about LITHE because they couldn’t bear the thought of getting their hands dirty and like to ride on their husband’s coattails.
Maci: We definitely need a girls’ night. There’s a lot to unpack here, and we’ve always got your back.
Me: Coralynn, I’m going to strangle your pretty little neck. Lennie, do your thing, pick a date for us to hang out minus the men, and we’ll come up with a plan. Shit, there’s a knock. Love you guys, chat soon.
I hurriedly close my phone down, throw it in my bag, and sit back in my chair. A quick clearing of my throat, and I’m saying, “Come in.” I breathe a sigh of relief when Doctor Gallo peeks his head into the room.
