Dr. Mohr Leis
Lawsyn-
I want more from this thing that we have going on. I don’t feel like you can give me what I want. Not sure how long I can keep doing this.
Me-
I can’t talk about this right now. I’m currently in the middle of an operation.
Lawsyn-
I am aware of what you are currently doing. Please make time, because this conversation may no longer be a topic.
Lately, things between Lawsyn and me have been intense. I thought I was doing a good job of keeping her happy, even given my situation. My wife knows about Lawsyn; she hasn’t said much, but she’s dealing with it. It’s no longer awkward.
We haven’t discussed it openly, but it’s my situation. I finished my last operation this afternoon and rescheduled my remaining two for tomorrow morning.
I won’t be able to focus if Lawsyn keeps threatening to leave. I don’t want to juggle two women. However, Lawsyn looks slightly better on paper than Whitley does.
It takes me an hour to get to my downtown apartment with Lawsyn. I’m hungry and wish I could come home to a cooked meal, but that isn’t the case tonight.
Lawsyn didn’t bother to order takeout for us. She’s clearly upset about something. I kissed Lawsyn on the forehead and headed to the shower.
I noticed Lawsyn has been on her phone more than ever. I wonder if she has someone else. I quickly shook those thoughts from my mind. I do find it odd that she didn’t join me in the shower, since she usually does.
I finished taking care of my hygiene so I could have a conversation with Lawsyn. I dried off and wrapped a towel around my body. I approached Lawsyn in our bedroom.
“Lawsyn, I’ve been here for the past hour, trying to spend some time with you.”
I rescheduled a few operations just to find out why Lawsyn has been acting strangely for the past few hours. Had I known I’d still be getting the cold shoulder, I would have gone home instead of coming to the condominium we shared in the city.
“No, Mohr, you haven’t; that’s simply not true.”
“I have, Lawsyn. I am trying. I canceled three operations to be right here with you tonight, but you have been so busy on your phone that you haven’t noticed me.”
Lawsyn briefly raises her head to gaze at me.
“No, Mohr, since I’ve been here, you haven’t said much to me. Let me take a wild guess: you’re in your feelings because Whitley isn’t who she claims to be. Everybody is talking about what she did this afternoon.”
Lawsyn has the biggest smile on her face. Lawsyn brings up Whitley’s name just to throw some digs. I approach Lawsyn and take up a position between her legs. Lawsyn grabs the stiff member between my legs and looks at me. Lawsyn rakes her tongue across her lips.
I know just what to do to bring down some of the tension. I cupped the bottom of Lawsyn’s face. I kissed her passionately because I’m not trying to talk about anything pertaining to my wife right now.
“Are you trying to dismiss me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act clueless, Mohr. I knew you had a few problems at home. That’s one reason you’ve been dealing with me, but I didn’t know Whitley had moved on. I don’t think I can keep being the other woman.”
“You’ve made me plenty of promises to leave her, and you haven’t done either. Now that Whitley is gone, you and I are still doing the same things. I think. I take that back; I know I deserve more.”
I slid down Lawsyn’s scrubs and panties, exposing her pussy. I ran my hands through the slit between Lawsyn’s legs to get her moist for me.
Lawsyn grabs my hand, trying to stop me.
“Mohr, did you hear me?”
“I did, but what the hell do you mean by Whitley has moved on?”
Lawsyn is making things up to see what’s going to stick. Whitley would never step out on me.
My wife is the last thing I want to talk about right now. I’m at home with Lawsyn for a reason: this is where I want to be.
“So, you honestly don’t know? Oh, I guess you’re sparing yourself from embarrassment.”
“Lawsyn, what are you talking about? Please say it instead of going in circles.”
I know Lawsyn gets envious of Whitley at times, but all I want to talk about is the warmth between her thighs. I moved around a few operations because Lawsyn kept giving me ultimatums about our affair.
“So, you really don’t know?”
“Honestly, I don’t.”
Lawsyn shoved her phone into my face.
“What am I looking at?”
“Just watch it.”
I watched footage of a patient’s wife viciously attacking Whitley at the hospital. I must go home to make sure my wife is okay. I checked my phone for missed calls from Whitley, but she hadn’t called me. I know why. I haven’t been the best husband lately.
I pulled up my pants to try to find out about Whitley. Lawsyn gave me a funny look. “Mohr, where are you going?”
“I’m going home to check on Whitley; she was badly attacked.” Lawsyn rises from the bed and tries to grab her things.
“Where are you going?”
“Out…”
“Out where?”
“Mohr, I’m going out to hunt for a new doctor or surgeon to screw because this is growing stale faster than I expected. Since you can’t read between the lines.”
“I saw you check your phone to see if she had called, but she hadn’t. Whitley is embarrassed; she ought to be—here, hit play and hear the audio to find out why she got attacked.
A patient’s wife attacked your darling little wife, Whitley, because Whitley was so disrespectful and admitted to the patient’s wife that she had been screwing her husband.
You understand, right? Screwing—this is what we are doing.
It makes sense now why she’s okay with whatever it is we have going on. ”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Mohr; I’m excusing you. Don’t let what I’ve said keep you from going home to deal with your wife. I’m leaving and won’t be back; it’s clear where we stand.”
“Lawsyn, please don’t leave.”
“Why should I stay?”
“Because I can’t leave my wife without forfeiting my fortune.”
“You stayed with her only because of the money.”
“It’s one of the reasons, but not the only one.”
I’m working so hard to keep Lawsyn from going. I pressed the small button on the video to turn on the sound. Whitley and the patient’s wife exchanged words that I overheard. My heart started to cave in as I heard Whitley’s omission about dealing with another man.
Never in a million years would I have thought Whitley would step out on me and do this shit at the place where we work. I don’t have the right to be mad, but it’s the embarrassment; she ruined her reputation and mine.
I’m not sure how many people have seen this video. I hope my parents don’t see it. I finally got Lawsyn to a place of comfort; she’s not leaving me. I grabbed my phone to text Whitley.
Me-
I heard about what happened at the hospital earlier today. You are such a fucking embarrassment.
I should never have given you my last name. I want you out of my house, whore, and fast.
I hope whatever you had going on with this guy is worth it. Our prenup is null and void.
Whitley responds to my text right away. I turn my phone to silent. The last thing I want to do is wake up Lawsyn. I can’t sleep.
Whitley admitting she was with another man not only bruised my ego but also hurt that she was willing to fight another woman over her husband. But she has never stepped to Lawsyn, which means she doesn’t care about us anymore.
Whitley-
Excuse me?
Me-
I did not stutter. Whitley, you’re officially excused.
Whitley-
If you want to do this, Mohr, we can. Yes, I cheated, so what? You cheated first, remember. You embarrass me every day, and I haven’t said anything. I’ve been dealing with it privately.
I’m keeping the house. You don’t live here anyway, so why be spiteful? I know all about the city condominium you share with Lawsyn. I want everything that I’m entitled to.
I’m watching you right now, shirtless and frustrated, lying next to the whore who ruined our marriage, smiling. I have years of proof of your affairs. Tomorrow you will hear from my attorney. Oh, and I hope she was worth it.
Me-
Whitley, we need to talk about this.
Whitley-
We don’t need to talk about anything. I did not stutter, and neither did you. Mohr, you’re now excused.
I slowly looked up and noticed the bright white light within the motion detector.