Illicit Obsession. Part 14

Chrissy's POV

Sighing, I open the front door and lug the box inside, setting it in the hallway so that no one trips over it. I don’t know how soon Brad will be back from wherever he is, but I know I can’t have this conversation with him on an empty stomach.

Ignoring the box for a moment, I trudge into the kitchen and open the fridge. Inside, to my delight, is some leftover pizza. Yum. Cold pizza is one of my favorite dishes ever. There’s something about the congealed cheese that always makes me so happy.

I sit on a bar stool by the sleek kitchen island munching my pizza, I can’t help but give the sex doll box some side-eye, like she’s a real person.

“You idiot,” I chide myself. “Stop feeling jealous about a doll.”

But I’m growing more curious. What does this girl look like? Is she anything like me? Blonde, curvy, and blue-eyed, like some of the others? I can’t help myself, and soon I’ve abandoned my pizza and am lurking over the box,