The Perfect Ruin - Page 8

“My luxuries. That’s funny.” I guess I should have considered them luxuries. These new breasts of mine cost me close to twenty grand.

I took the seat across from him, purposely pressing in the insides of my upper arms to make my chest appear fuller. “They are great, though. All of my friends are in awe. I recommended they come to you if they want a great boob job because you, sir, are amazing.” Who was I kidding? I didn’t have any friends.

Corey chuckled as he typed away on his keyboard. “That’s good to hear. Have you had any pain while you’ve healed, other than the usual soreness?”

“Not much.”

“Any back issues?”

“Nope.”

“What about sensitivity of your nipples and areolae? Everything still feel about the same?”

Why don’t you find out for yourself? I wanted to ask, but instead I nodded my head with an innocent smile. Look, Marriott, I said don’t judge me yet. “I still feel it all. Very much.”

I didn’t ignore the way he avoided my eyes after my statement, but he was still smiling, revealing those dimples, so that was good. He loved when women flirted with him.

“Okay, this is all good. You can follow me to the examination room and I’ll give you a quick check.” I followed him through the white door behind his desk. The examination room had walls painted robin’s-egg blue, but the floors and chairs and counters were so white and sterile they were almost blinding.

I climbed on the table and lowered my straps immediately. Corey pretended not to notice my ministriptease as he slid his fingers into latex gloves. I lay back with a smirk, and he finally faced me.

“All right. I’m just going to feel around a bit. Make sure your sensitivity is okay.”

“Sure.” I smiled up at him.

Look, I know what you’re thinking. What kind of woman purposely gets breast implants from the husband of the woman who ruined her life?

Me. I’m that kind of woman. Come on, you can’t be surprised by this. I can be petty when I want to be.

After discovering that Lola Maxwell lived a little less than four hours away from me, I decided I’d move to her. Other than what I had saved for my implants, I’d used the rest of my savings to get an apartment in Miami, and got a retail job at a store close by. Granted, I didn’t stay in the best part of the city, but it would do. It was cheap and temporary.

The first step of my plan was to meet Corey, get him to remember my face and recognize me, so that way the rest would carry out. The only way I could truly do that was if I came into his place of business with something he could be passionate about. He loved his job, and I had breasts, so it seemed reasonable enough.

I was saving money for this part of my plan, but it still cost a lot to get in the door with Dr. Maxwell. I had to take out a loan for the surgery, and even after I did, his waiting list was a mile long. Fortunately, someone canceled an appointment and I was given their spot.

I’d also moved up to a manager’s position at Banana Republic within six months of starting and got paid a few dollars more, which helped with stacking my money and paying off the loan on time. The money didn’t matter right now, though. I was getting closer to Corey and the plan was in motion. The finances would be taken care of later.

“Everything feels fine,” he murmured to me. He hovered above, kneading the sides of my breasts. He rolled one of my nipples between his forefinger and middle finger, and I purposely let out a gentle moan.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. That was just very sensitive,” I purred.

He smiled and then moved away. “Well, it’s good you can still feel everything. I’m glad to see you have healed nicely and are happy.”

I did another giggle, coquettishly sliding my dress back up to conceal my breasts. I had to be a little modest here. I didn’t need him thinking I was some desperate woman who was after him, even though I was, but I still wanted him to know I was an open door.

“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked, snatching off his gloves and tossing them in the trash.

“No—none at all.”

“Well, then, I suppose this is where I thank you for following up with me. I would like to see you in three months as well, just to make sure everything is still okay, but from the looks of it, you may not even need the three-month check. Anyway, if any problems arise, please feel free to call or email me and I’ll be happy to discuss any issues you may have.”

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