Page 70 of My Scorned Best Friend

“Ready?” I ask.

“As ever.”

“Nurse Greene is ready to see you now.” I turn the phone for her to see me, and she falls back on her bed, laughing so hard she coughs again.

“Hold on, I need water.” She bends down, and with the way the phone is positioned, her tits fall forward and I get a good view of her cleavage.

“Damn, I want you here with me.”

She coughs again. “Me too. I want to play in person. Especially with your new outfits.”

“Where did you order this stuff anyway?” I lie down on the bed.

“Just an online store. I don’t remember seeing those items, but I can’t deny I’m sort of happy they messed up the order. That was hilarious.” She lies on her bed, but her nose is red, and she looks as if she’s about to fall asleep.

“You look exhausted.”

“Nope. You’re not getting out of this. Treat me like your patient.” She pretends to be into it, even her smile is convincing, but I know when I’m sick, the last thing I want to do is something like this.

“I say we do this another time. You need some TLC.”

“I’m fine. It’s just a cold. Come on, where do I need to touch to feel better?”

“You need to get under your covers first.”

“Okay.” She does as I say because she’s never done this before. “I’m under.”

“Now take off the bra and panty set.”

“But you can’t see me?” She looks quizzically at me through the screen, and I laugh.

“That’s the point.” I glance down at my dick that’s pointing north. If I saw her naked, there’d probably be precum oozing out.

The two garments come out and she puts them on the bed.

“Now turn off the lights,” I say.

“You want me to put on the flashlight?”

“No, babe, go get some sleep.”

She shakes her head, but she closes her eyes—probably because she’s so tired.

“I promise we’ll have our fun in person as soon as you’re healthy.”

“I hate this. I wish you were here with me.” She starts to lose the fight, her eyelids slipping down.

“Dream of me.”

“I will. I love you.” The phone slips out of her hand, and it drops to the mattress.

“Love you, babe.” I hang up and go back to the mirror to stare at myself in this ridiculous nurse outfit.

I can’t help myself, I laugh just thinking about it all.

After stripping off the novelty underwear, I put on a pair of sweats and head into my kitchen to find something to eat for dinner. Nothing looks good, so I check out the delivery menus and find chicken noodle soup listed at one of my favorite restaurants.

I’m fucking Xavier Greene, I should be able to go home when I want to. Screw this. I call up and order two takeouts, then I call and charter a private jet from a company I’ve used a handful of times in the past—mostly when I was showboating around with Guilia.

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