OBSESSED

12

I hadn't told anyone yet about the sexcapade with my doctor. I wasn't sure I wanted to.

My friends wouldn't judge me. They would just have a million questions that I didn't feel like answering yet. I was not proud to admit that I'd shacked up with my hot doctor.

Like damn, how cliche and desperate could I be? I was honestly pathetic.

"Exactly," Isabelle chattered on excitedly. "So get your bubble butt down to The Lip by nine. Their happy hour is later on Fridays, you know. Also, they have a pretty good band tonight."

"No karaoke then?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I mean, we can hijack the stage and make it karaoke if we really have to."

I laughed. "I think I'd rather be entertained than be the entertainer. Okay, I'll see y'all at nine. You said Ryan's coming?"

"Yep."

"I'm going to give that fucker hell for leaving me to shower while I was so drunk last weekend."

She barked a laugh. "He thinks girls are gross. The thought of seeing you or anyone not with a penis probably horrifies him."

"Well, unless he wants to pay my hospital bill, I'm giving him hell."

"Tonight sounds like it's going to be more fun than I imagined! See you soon, tits."

"Bye."

I tried to get excited on the drive home. Going out with them would be fun.

We always did stupid shit, but maybe that was what I needed. I'd been in a funk all day.

Even though I didn't want to admit it, I felt horrible for leaving Jarrod like I did. I felt horrible for not responding to his texts or calls.

Although the alternative would inevitably hurt me, I knew he thought I was being a bitch. I knew I being a bitch.

Foxy met me at the door as I came in. I scooped her up into my free arm and carried her to my bedroom.

I was ready to take off my bra and lounge for a bit before I had to leave. Dropping my little black floof onto the bed, I tossed my purse down and peeled off the blazer, blouse and skirt I'd worn to work.

I considered throwing my bra across the room in protest but that just reminded me of having frenzied, hot sex with Jarrod.

So, instead, I calmly stuffed the evil contraption into my undergarments drawer.

Slipping on my silk kimono, I picked Foxy up again and toted her into the laundry room. She nestled her face into my chest with a content purr.

"Did you have a good day, little demon?" I asked her. "Did you tear anything up?"

Her purrs grew louder as I scratched behind her ears. Foxy was the first and probably last cat I'd ever own, but I sometimes I did find her cute.

I dumped a scoop of kibble into her bowl and refilled her water. While she ate, I shuffled into the kitchen to make something to eat. I opened the fridge and found it depressingly empty except for a few packets of leftover condiments and coffee creamer.

Another frozen lasagna it is, I thought with a sigh.

Once I'd popped the frozen container into the oven, I drifted to the living room to turn on New Girl. I watched the first few minutes of the episode where Jess thinks she has a bag of meth in her closet before losing interest.

I inconspicuously pulled out my phone and read over Jarrod's texts, as if my mother may round the corner at any moment.

JARROD: Good morning gorgeous. Thinking about you this morning