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And her soon-to-be ex-husband

The truth slaatdown the already half-erasp

“Dr Troy,” a familiar voice called out

I turned to find a young brunette striding toward me with lust in her eyes Like she’d just landed a prize And just like that, it was gone I could breathe

Was this what I needed to officially move on?

She laughed “You don’t re you’re usually looking at my pussy”

Did I just hear her right, or was I completely hammered?

I was used to wo on to me, but this one was brazen with her words and her actions I didn’t look like your average OB-GYN I was covered in tattoos, sleeves down each of my arms As a kid, I used to love tattoos, and the second I turned eighteen, I spent it at a tattoo parlor, getting inked for the first time

Kinley was by ot our anniversary tatted on my chest in roman numerals There were several tattoos on my body that symbolized my wife

What the fuck do I do with them now?

The wo her arms around my neck “You look so lonely all by yourself, Dr Troy But you’re in luck! I’reat company”

This was the first ti me so intimately, and all I could think about was Kinley

Even inherself at

“How old are you?”

“Old enough,” she baited, looking up at et about your ex-wife”

It didn’t surprise me she knew about our divorce—ere the talk of our small town

I grabbed her arms from around my neck “She’s still my wife”

“My name’s—”

“I don’t care what your name is”

She ignored o back to my sorority house”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out, but she misinterpreted my reply

“I’d love to”