Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
My erection dies, her words a marksman with a direct hit. In all the years we’ve been together, I’ve tied her to the bed maybe … twice? And tonight … out of all fucking nights, she asks me to do it.
I crawl off her and drag my limp dick to the bathroom.
“Felix? Where are you going? What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t had dinner, and I need a shower.”
“What? Are you serious? We didn’t finish!”
I close the door, knowing she’ll be opening it in a matter of seconds. What am I supposed to say? I grab my cock and stroke it over and over, thinking about my Isabella, my sexy wife. Her tits. Her pussy. When that doesn’t work, I think about Heather, one of my nurses. She’s twenty-four. A double D. And she’s always wearing a fucking pink thong under her scrubs that I see every time she bends down to tie her shoes when she’s not wearing her lab coat. I don’t want to fuck her in real life. I’m a happily married man, but in a pinch, I think of her, and it always does the job.
Not tonight.
The tire is flat, and I don’t have a spare.
“Felix.” Isabella opens the door and traipses up behind me as I turn on the shower.
I cringe when I jump in before the water has a chance to warm up.
“Brr …” She squeals, following me into the shower.
There’s no escaping her hand reaching for my flat tire.
She frowns when I turn toward her.
“Sorry.” I shrug. “Cold water.” I squirt shampoo into my hair and work up a lather.
Isabella drops to her knees and pulls me into her mouth.
Nothing.
This is emasculating. She’s been gone for over a week. She’ll think I don’t want her, or worse, that I’m cheating on her.
“Ouch!” She pulls away when I not-so-accidentally squirt body soap into her eye.
“Oh, Izzy … I’m so sorry, honey.” I help her to her feet and guide her face under one of the jets.
“Oh my god. It burns!”
“I’m really sorry.” I hand her a washcloth.
She takes it and exits the shower.
“I’ll be out in a minute. I can help rinse out your eye,” I say, resting my forehead against the tile.
I suffocated a woman four days ago. By some miracle, I brought her back. But now she’s in a coma in my fucking storage unit with stolen equipment from work. Losing my job is the least of my concerns right now. If someone found Josie, would I be arrested for … attempted murder? I have no alibi. And there is not one good reason why she’s in my storage unit. If the electricity goes out during the night, she’ll freeze to death. If she wakes when I’m not there and is disoriented, she could try to leave on her own. What have I done?
Eleven more days. Josie has eleven more days to come out of her coma before I take her life for a second time and dispose of the body where no one will ever find it. And I have to do all of this while saving lives at work and trying to act like a normal husband who can properly fuck his wife.
Regardless, we are even. More than even. What I did for Josie was so far above and beyond what she did for me. There’s no way to adequately measure it in one lifetime.
Tomorrow is the last day for Josie unless she wakes up before then. I’ve had a shit day at work because I can’t stop thinking about burying a body for the first time in my life and hopefully the last. I can’t stop thinking about what prison will be like.
On the way to my car, Izzy calls me. “I can read your mind. You want me to pick up dinner.” I open the driver’s door.
“Felix, I’m in our storage unit.”
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
Isabella has been to our storage unit once in the seven years we’ve had it. ONCE!
“I’m on my way. I’ll explain when I get there.”
“Felix,” she says with a shaky voice. “W-why is there an unconscious woman in our storage unit? In a hospital bed? T-tell me!”
“I’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. Don’t touch anything.”
“Touch anything? What am I going to touch? The unconscious woman? Felix, this is the woman that’s been on the news and online. She’s the missing woman! What the hell did you do?”
“Izzy, I need you to calm down. Stay put. Don’t call anyone else. And just wait for me.”
When I get to the unit, Izzy’s standing at the end of the bed, arms hugged to herself. “Felix! What is she doing here? What have you done?”
I hold my finger to my lips, wishing she’d keep her voice down a bit. “Do you want a lie or the truth?”
She frowns.
I thought of a lot of things, but I didn’t imagine having to tell Izzy without first being arrested. “When I was a first-year resident, Dr. Watts, Josie, was my chief resident. After my mom died, I struggled with addiction, and Josie saved my ass on more than one occasion. She saved my medical career. While you were gone, she showed up at our doorstep, out of the blue. You see, I owed her a favor after what she did for me. And so I had no choice.”