The Doctor's Playmate

Chapter 29- His Size

I quickly ended the video call when I heard the door open. Sammy would understand it. “Is everything okay?” It was Layla.

“Oh! Yes, yes!” I smiled at her. “Where’s Elisha?” I asked back, fixing my make-up kit and cleaning the mess I made in the room.

“She’s talking with Nana using my phone,” Layla answered, making the bed. “It's time to catch up! So how are you?” I asked before turning my attention to my phone. A notification from Erin popped up on the screen.

I beamed at Layla, sighing. “I’m okay! I’m thrilled and relieved that our Elisha is back and alive!”

“I know! We always believed she was, though. Now everything is falling into place. She’s okay, and you've got a new job! Congratulations! ”

“Yes, thank you! Everything is great! I hated Chase, though! That criminal should go back to prison!”

“Chase?! Is he out?!”

My hand covered my mouth as soon as I realized what I had just blurted out. “Ohh…I didn’t mean to share.” I winced.

Layla’s brow arched. “Why not? We are friends! Why didn't you tell us he was out?! Is he tormenting you again? What?” She bombarded me with questions.

I heaved deeply before nodding. “I didn’t want to tell you and Elisha since I know you two are just recovering from your misfortunes in love,” I answered, smirking.

“Oh, nonsense, Sophie!” Layla threw the pillow at me.

“I’m sorry!” I laughed, catching the pillow.

“Let me know, girl. I am okay now.”

I glanced at the door before looking back at Layla, “Okay... I will share it with you, but now with Elisha. She’s pregnant and hormonal. Plus, I am afraid she’s going to worry about me.”

“I hear you.”

“Okay. Here’s what happened and is happening,” I started, briefly telling Layla the tale of my troubles with Chase these past few weeks. It wasn’t easy to share, but at least it lifted some weight off my shoulders. It was better than keeping it inside my heart.

“Awww…Sophia…Give me a hug!” Layla puckered before drawing her arms wide to comfort me.

I embraced her back. “Lay….” My eyes were wet with tears.

“I am sorry. You are such a great friend. You considered me and Elisha before your comfort. But Sophie, I assure you, you can tell me everything,” Layla added, rubbing my back.

“Please don’t let Elisha know.” I mumbled, “She’s still in a delicate condition and sad, so I didn't want to bring any more depressing ideas to her mind.”

“I understand, but please update me with everything,” Layla broke the hug.

I nodded. “Yes, I will call Erin later.” I needed some updates from her and Jose.

Layla and I continued cleaning the room while telling more stories, including the lewd photo and letter. “He’s an ash*le indeed! But yes, like Erin said. It's easy to manipulate and edit photos online.”

“Yes, that’s why I don’t worry much.”

“So, how about the doctor? You mentioned last time about Kyle’s brother Sammy, right?” Layla asked, “Is he hitting on you?”

I staggered for a moment after hearing Layla’s question. “Oh…Layla?! Stop! ” I bit my inner cheeks, “We are okay! And…No…he’s not!” I denied it to death.

Layla laughed, “Oh, you sleeping around now?” she bluntly asked.

“Lay?!” I grumbled, “No!”

“Then who did those hickeys on your legs?!” Layla pried.

My jaw dropped in astonishment. “Stop! Those are mosquito bites!” I cemented my lies. I couldn’t admit that I was sleeping with Sammy. I didn’t think Lay would mind it, but I wasn’t ready yet. “You can ask Erin!” I added.

Layla burst out laughing. “Fine! I believe you!” she said, mischievously smiling.

“Yeah, whatever!” I rolled my eyes.

A little while later, Elisha came in and joined us. The girls and I spent the morning chatting and discussing everything under the sun. A day wasn’t enough for us to catch up, so we decided to do it often, even though Layla was a state apart.

“Oh! Today is Sunday, right?” Layla suddenly asked.

“Yes!” I answered, washing the dishes after eating our lunch.

“Sweet! I booked the nail spa salon today! Perhaps I can hook you up with my appointment! The ladies there are awesome, and then after that, we can go shopping!” Layla stated.

“Awesome!” Elisha giggled, “Do you think getting me waxed, too, is okay?”

Layla and I laughed. “Oh, Lord, Elisha…please…You know how painful bikini waxing is. You might get a contraction,” Layla advised.

“Oh, shoot! So no!” Elisha chuckled.

“I want one!” I butted in. It had been a while since I went fully bald. I constantly trim my lady part, but I guess Sammy would love to see me hairless down south.

“Me too!” Layla said, “And a massage!”

“Oh, I’m jealous!” Elisha grumbled.

“A foot massage won’t hurt. Let them do it while the hairstylist colors your hair, El!” I suggested.

“That sounds like a plan!” Layla agreed with me.

Elisha crossed her arms. “Okay then. I just don’t feel like going out. It’s cold!”

“Elisha? Come on…” Layla yanked her arm at Elisha, “You’ll be alright. I know you love the cold, and it's not like we are staying outside all day. We are going to have a great time! It would take a while to do this again, girl!” she said, trying to convince Elisha.

I somehow felt Elisha’s reluctance, but as Layla said, it would take time for us to hang out like this. “Yes!” I finally said, thinking it would be great to go out rather than overthink Chase and what he might do to me.

“Okay! I’ll take a shower now!” Elisha finally heeded.

About an hour later, the two girls and I were already having our spa day in one of the most prominent salons in the city. Luckily, a couple of clients canceled their appointments. Elisha had her hair done and treated while Layla and I went for an hour of whole-body massage and bikini waxing. Then, a while later, all of us were having our manicures and pedicures together.

“Guess what, my ladies?!” I overheard Mony the flamboyant gay manager suddenly announce it to everyone in the room. His crew and I caught his attention and turned to face him. “It’s great news!”

“You preggo?” Layla jokingly chimed, making us laugh.

“No! Better than that!” Mony replied, giggling.

“Tell us!” One of his staff members butted in.

Mony fanned his hands over his face and breathed in and out. “One of the biggest European model agencies just booked us for next month!” he breathlessly shared, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Wow! Congratulations!” Everyone cheered in awe.

“We are chosen to be one of their glam teams for fashion week, and guess who we are glamouring up!?” Mony added.

“Who!” Everyone asked in unison.

“It's none other than American-born-Germany-based top model Demi Taylor and her gang! The other top fashion model in the industry!” Mony shrieked in happiness.

Everyone congratulated Mony and his team, including Elisha and me. I glanced at Layla and saw her scrunched face, and she rolled her eyes. She seemed uninterested. I couldn’t blame her. A young model was the third party in her relationship with Ced.

“You okay?” I mouthed.

Layla snorted, “I am!”

“That’s okay!”

“I know!”

Curiosity got the better of me, so I took my phone and searched for who Demi Taylor was. “Wow,” I mumbled, checking her beautiful photos. She was indeed a goddess if I could describe her beauty. A top-notch model not just in Germany but all over Europe. She was a successful one. “Dang, lucky lady!” I commented before watching some of her short-clip interviews. All were spoken in fluent German.

‘Who’s that?” Elisha asked me, glancing at my phone.

“It's the lady model he mentioned earlier!” I answered, looking at Mony.

“Oh, is she good?” Elisha asked.

“Super! Me jealous!” I murmured as I listened to her, including her recent one about the fashion week they would do here in New York. She said she’d be flying in advance on a certain date, which was a day ago. She was now here to catch up with her friends and family.

Once we were done with our spa day, the ladies and I left the salon satisfied and happy. We headed straight to a massive shopping mall to continue with our errands. We started roaming and splurging on items we wanted to buy and gifts for Gideon.

Gideon’s party had a Jungle Safari theme. I decided to buy a safari hunter costume for myself. I added the gifts and extra decorations for the party to my cart.

I was about to check out my items when I remembered Sammy needed one too. Elisha and Layla were busy shopping with their stuff when I went to the men’s section to buy something for Sammy. I wanted us to match, so I searched for a great one. When I was about to pick, I realized something when the sales staff asked me about the sizes.

“Damn…” I mumbled. I didn’t know his size. I thought about calling him, but I decided not to and just tried my best to remember his measurements.

I looked around the male shoppers in the vicinity to see if there would be someone to whom I could describe Sammy’s size and height. Not as towering as Kyle, but perhaps about six-foot-one.

It didn’t take me a while to find an ambling, toned-body, tall guy. Sammy has a mesomorph figure. He has toned muscles and abs, just like the sexy guy in a suit I was looking at. His bulging chest muscles were protruding like Sammy's when he stood, and his fitted trousers and legs were long and sturdy.

My eyes narrowed, “Yeah. That’s like his size”. I pointed my lips at the man like a walking mannequin. “He’s also hot and sexy like him,” I added, biting my lower lip, ogling the live model.

“Is there something wrong, miss?”

I was dumbfounded when I heard the guy ask if something was wrong. He was already facing me and towering over me like Sammy was with me. It was such an embarrassing moment. I didn’t realize I looked like a creep in front of this tall and handsome guy.

My eyelids fluttered as I stared at his light blue eyes. 'Mr. Well-toned Body with Curly Brunette Hair Guy' “I'm sorry... that was nothing. I answered, glaring at his light stubble and chiseled jaw.

Yet, before I could explain myself, the staff member spoke. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Laurier,” she chimed in, apologizing, “She forgot the size of her friend and was just looking for a similar type of body for his suit,” she explained, relieving me.

The Laurier guy smugly snorted, “I usually wear a medium-size shirt and pants with a 32-inch waist and 32-inch inseam. I hope that helps you,” He simply stated but with arrogance.

“Thank you, sir,” The lady staff member smiled before holding my arm. “We have it, Miss... Let’s go.” I took it as a sign she wanted me to pull out of the scene. I somehow felt short, though he just helped me.

“Okay, thank you....” I looked at the man again.

“My shoe size is sixteen.” The seemingly conceited man smugly continued.

I knew exactly what he was implying, so I rebutted quickly. My brow arched, pinching my fingers. “Too small. He’s eighteen and thick,” I sassily declared before turning around and following the sales clerk. I didn’t dare to look back, but I heard another person calling him Mr. Zeke.

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