Russian Roulette

I wake up and I immediately know something’s off. My head is pounding and I’m naked underneath the covers. I roll over and see him sleeping and my heart stops. That’s not Bobby. No. There’s no way this is happening. The blanket is only covering his lower half, revealing his toned back. I tear my eyes away and quietly get out of the bed and get dressed. I walk out of the room and notice how huge his house is. I call a cab and sit outside on the doorstep.
‘God Quinn what did you do?’ I think to myself. How could I have let this happen? I try to remember last night but everything’s fuzzy. The cab pulls up and I hop in. I don’t even know the guys name. I start to feel nauseous so I put my head in between my knees.

I’m putting my hair in a ponytail in the locker room when I hear someone behind me.

“You look rough,” I hear Dr. Matthew Chase say.

“I feel rough. I did something last night,” I tell him nervously.

“What?”

“I cheated on Bobby.” His eyes go wide and I stare at the ground.

“With who?” he asks incredulously.

“I don’t know. Some Russian,” I say quietly.

“Classy,” Matt snorts.

“What do I do?” I whine.

“Nothing. Pretend it never happened. It was a one-night stand, it didn’t mean anything.” I look at my watch and realize I’m late for rounds.

“I have to go,” I tell him before leaving the locker room.

I get home after a long day and find my roommate and best friend Audrina in front of the TV.

“The game’s on,” she notifies me as if I care. I start to make something to eat when I hear his voice. My eyes snap up and there he is on the TV being interviewed. I drop my fork on the floor and walk towards the television.

“It’s him,” I choke out.

“Evgeni Malkin?” she says confused.

“That’s who I slept with last night.”

“Wait hold up. You slept with Evgeni Malkin?” she says in disbelief.

“He’s a hockey player?”

“So that’s where you disappeared to last night? Oh my god Quinn I cannot believe you slept with a Penguin. This is unreal!” she exclaims.

“It was a mistake,” I tell her.

“Are you going to tell Bobby?”

“No.” She doesn’t say anything and I continue watching the Russian’s interview. Memories from the previous night come flooding back and I feel myself start blushing. I excuse myself and head to my room for the night. I was a terrible girlfriend and I didn’t see how I was going to get out of this. I go to bed that night and fall into a very unsettled sleep.

“Wait so you’re telling me you slept with ‘The’ Evgeni Malkin,” Matt says the next day.

“Apparently,” I reply. I read over the patient chart of the patient I would be operating on.

“This is incredible. Can you get me tickets?”

“No. Now I have to go. I have a wrist I need to repair.” I walk away and walk into the patient’s room. My eyes scan the room and my heart stops when I meet his eyes. There sitting in the chair next to the bed was none other than Evgeni Malkin.

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