Illicit Obsession. Part 4

Chrissy's POV

“Actually, I do think I know what that is,” I confess.

“Oh, really?” Elissa asks with interest. “What?”

“We’ve had a few of those boxes delivered recently. And last night I realized what they contain.”

“Don’t leave me hanging, girl!” Elissa giggles. “Seriously, it’s like a dead body showed up at your door!”

“Well, it’s a body, of sorts. I think Brad has been ordering sex dolls,” I say in a quick voice. “Life-size silicone sex dolls.”

There’s silence for a few seconds.

“Sex dolls?” my buddy gasps. “Are you serious?”

“Shh!” I hiss, glancing around. But the store is relatively empty, and Greg is nowhere to be seen.

“You must be kidding,” Elissa whispers, matching my tone. “How do you know?”

“Because I saw Brad using one last night,” I confess, and Elissa’s eyes go wide, eager to hear more. “I was at home, just putzing around. I decided to look around the mansion—”

“You mean you were being n