Page 104 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Since I had no desire to risk seeing Bill and Janet having “very sexy movie time,” I hadn’t worried about grabbing a change of clothes from their apartment and headed straight to Will’s place after leaving work. Which explained my current situation—stretched out on Will’s leather sofa, clad in only his T-shirt and my panties, while watching television and simultaneously scrolling through Facebook.

I wasn’t really one to post a lot of things on social media, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy reading everyone else’s shit.

As I swiped my finger across the screen of my phone, flying past boring statuses about people’s dinner choices and wedding countdowns and blah, blah, blah, one post in particular had me pausing at lightning-quick speed.

Patty Lister:

OMG. Who’s watching The Doctor Is In right now??? Are you seeing this??? Is Dr. OBscene going to sleep with Emily???

I hadn’t watched an episode since that night at Kline and Georgia’s house, but for some insane reason, before I could stop myself, I had the remote in my hand, and I was typing in the channel that Will’s docuseries was on. Instantly, his handsome face was on the screen. He appeared quite fucking cozy with a petite, blond nurse in a small alcove off to the side of the hospital hallway. His arm rested against the wall while he smirked down at her.

Jesus Christ, this kind of shit is still almost too painful to watch.

But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t turn off the television. I couldn’t fucking look away.

She whispered something into his ear, and he stared down at her with a heated look in his eyes.

Oh God. Please don’t let this get any worse. I wasn’t sure if my heart could take any more.

But, unfortunately for me, it did get worse. The camera flashed to shots of Will taking the nurse by the hand and leading her toward the doctors’ on-call room. He ushered her through the door with a flirtatious tap to her ass, and she giggled as it clicked shut behind them.

By the time a commercial with a dancing goat took over the screen, I wanted to throw up.

I need to stop watching this. Stop. Watching. Mel.

I probably should’ve listened to my brain’s wise words of advice. Actually, I really should’ve listened. But I didn’t.

I wasn’t sure whether I was a moron or a masochist.

Mindlessly, I stayed glued to the couch, and my eyes stayed locked on the television. Four commercials later, I was face-to-screen with shots of the closed call room door while the microphone caught the whispers and giggles and fucking moans of the two people inside.

My stomach dropped to my feet like an elevator without cables. I was listening to Will and a nurse named Emily have sex.

I’m literally listening to my boyfriend having sex with someone else right now.

Oh. My. God.

Honestly, I barely knew Emily. I’d only spoken with her a time or two while I was assisting Will with deliveries on the floor. But I knew Will. Hell, I knew him so well that I would’ve known those moans were his moans even if I hadn’t had the awful opportunity of watching him walk into the call room with his work fuck buddy.

This hurts like a motherfucker.

That was an understatement. This was worse than the Goddess Cup opening up before I got it settled. This wasn’t physical pain, this was soul-deep, heart-crushing, emotional kind of pain.

How in the fuck had I found myself watching this?

Time and time again, he’d basically told me the show had made things out to be worse than they were. He’d admitted to flirting with a few of the nurses during filming, but he’d never expanded on the fact that it was possible they’d caught more than just flirting—aka fucking—on camera.

Even after I’d told him that the show and the parade of flirtatious patients had started to make me uncomfortable, he had never opened up and told me everything, or at least told me that it was probably for the best if I didn’t watch any more episodes. He’d had more than enough opportunities to be open and honest with me about how things were during the filming of the show—how he’d been before we’d started dating.

I mean, I wasn’t completely unrealistic. I understood that filming occurred prior to our relationship, but what I didn’t understand was how he’d completely missed the part where he filled me in on his sexual relationship with our hospital coworker so I didn’t look like a fucking fool.

Or maybe I was a fool for being so upset by it. I honestly couldn’t tell.

But, justified or not, I couldn’t ignore these feelings.

It felt like Eli all over again. Cavalier and brushing things off that should have been talked about and discussed.

Will should have given me a heads-up. He should have told me.