Page 41 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Fifteen

I setmy box of beef sticks beside the door, reached for the knob, and inhaled a deep breath. After counting to three, I yanked the door open.

I took a few steps into the room and then stopped in my tracks. “Who the fuck is she?” I shouted.

Eric spun around. His eyes didn’t hide the fact that he was truly surprised. She, however, was far more so than he was.

She covered her tits and sat up. “Who is she?”

Eric grabbed the blanket and covered himself. “She’s uhhm…”

“You rotten prick. You don’t believe in premarital sex?” I bellowed “Seriously? Who’s this? Your wife?”

“Listen,” he said. “I just--”

“You just what? What? You just lied?”

“I’m not attracted to you,” he said.

“Yeah. I can see that. Oh my God. Did you really just have sex with her? After a week of telling me that you weren’t interested?”

“I’m not interested,” he said.

“Yeah.” I covered my face with my hands. “In me.”

Her eyes darted from me to Eric and then back to me. She had no idea what was going on. “Who is she?”

“Forget it,” I sobbed. “Just forget it.”

I waved my hand toward the bed. “You can have him. I’m done!”

I turned around, stomped through the door, and slammed it behind me.