I sink my lower lip between my teeth and grip the steering wheel with my fingernails, looking out of the corner of my eye at the phone resting on the seat next to me.
Alex hasn't talked much lately ... what if he's hiding something from me?
All of a sudden in my head I'm captivating ideas that I would not believe in, but the sound of that message seems that has ignited the most dangerous part of me.
I need to check his phone, damn it!
I run my tongue between my lips, then glance at the door one last time, hoping Alex doesn't come out suddenly.
I take his cell phone with a shaking hand, forgetting to move his car and turn his phone on.
I thought it would be easier, but as soon as I'm asked to enter the password I start giving up.
But a flashback in my head reminds me of Alex explicitly asking me to call Juliet with his phone:
"Enter Newtiger" - he said, so I hurry to type on the screen, before Alex realizes he has forgotten the phone in his car.
The first attempt is incorrect, so I try again with capital letters, finally managing to unlock.
I go straight to the message box, looking for the newest one, but I'm disappointed when I see it's from Andrew:
* He made me lift my cock when he told me that ... * - I immediately click the button to go back, while assuming a disgusted expression.
I don't care about the perverse thoughts these two criminals share.
I look through the mailing list for female senders, but the only names I find are Tiara, Catherine and Clara.
My name is followed by a heart, which makes me smile slightly, but then I remember adding it myself when I registered my number in his phone's address book, so I bend the corners of my mouth down and roll my eyes to the sky, as I spontaneously click on the name of what has become a Saint woman for us... Catherine.
I frown when my eyes catch the latest messages:
* Tomorrow night at my house, right? *
And immediately after:
* Indeed, can we postpone? I just realized that my period has returned. *
Why would Alex have gone to her house yesterday?
Besides... why in the evening?
I try to answer my questions, but the sound of the door opening makes me jump, so I return to the main box and throw the phone where I found it, while Alex comes towards me with a frown: I hurry to turn on the car and to move it a little bit in order to open the way to mine.
He remains on his feet still for a while, and then walks back to the car, at the exact moment I get out to join mine.
I can feel his eyes behind me, but I don't turn to look at him, to get into my car as soon as I can, hoping he doesn't find out that I touched his cell phone.
***
"Did you peek into his phone?!" - John's shrill voice does nothing but annoy me and make me feel even more guilty than I already feel.
I have been torturing myself since last night, so much that I'm starting to have a really bad headache.
"He hasn't spoken to me lately. »-I try to justify myself without going further, in fact I don't confess the details of the wedding.
"Yes, but it would be better to talk to him and solve everything ..." - he replies soon after, so I interrupt him while I laugh ironically:
"We're talking about Alex, John! He's always right, remember? "
«God, you're crazy! What did you find out by rummaging through the messages? Is he cheating on you with a teenager? »- he says jokingly, while I freeze, forgetting about my patient.
«I don't know ...» - I say thoughtfully, while the old woman in front of me continues to glare at me, while she holds her hand to the lower back.
I press where she's in pain, then makes a painful grimace as John laughs:
"I was kidding.Did you find something strange? "
"The only weird thing I found was a message from a 70-year-old complaining of having her period!"-I answer with an angry tone, but as soon as I finish speaking, the old woman blurts out:
"Doctor, can you focus on my kidney, please, the pain is unbearable!"-she starts complaining, but I don't even let her finish and open my mouth suddenly:
«It is only a two millimeter pebble and an intervention is enough to solve it! The pain I feel, madam, cannot be cured either with a scalpel or with shock waves! Because you don't know what it means to have an asshole as a boyfriend! »- I conclude angrily, while John refrains from laughing.
The lady snorts and rolls her eyes as I repeat to John:
"Why does an old woman have to talk to Alex about her period?"
I leave the room, followed by John, while I leave the patient in the hands of the nurse.
"If you are over fifty how can you even have a period?" - I make a face of disgust when John thinks outloud, while I nod at his words.
I'm sorry to talk about Catherine like that, but ...
I suddenly stop in the middle of the corridor and open my eyes wide, while my hands start shaking.
'Tomorrow night at my house, right?'
'I just realized that my period has returned.'
I blanch, as those messages begin to haunt me and repeat in my head:
"What happened?" - John shakes a hand in front of my face.
«What if Catherine didn't have wrinkles, but she was... ? !!» - I shout in the face of my friend, who looks at me as if I were an alien.
«Don't do it Clara! Don't start imagining things that doesn't exist. "-he stops me suddenly, making me feel an idiot.
"So why isn't she in menopause? You said it too."-I try to convince him... Or try to make him convince me of the opposite.
"Yeah, I have to learn to restrain myself when I'm talking to you."-he whispers soon after, but I insist again with an alarmed voice and my hands that continue shaking:
"And why is she inviting Alex to her house?"
"She invited Alex to her house?"-he repeats my words, getting a confused expression at my words.
I nod as I feel my eyes blur, while I bring one hand in front of my mouth.
What if ... what if he's betraying me?
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