All Chapters of Their Little White Lie: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BLAZE WILLIAMS “On three!” The brunette doctor took charge, her voice raised just enough to be heard over the shuffle of footsteps and rustling equipment. She kept her voice steady too as she moved with the urgency. “One, two, three—now!” She said. Five pairs of hands were braced along the sides of the man’s gurney, each one ready. At her cue, they acted in perfect sync, shifting the patient swiftly from the gurney to the examination table. The movement was fluid and practiced. You could call it a dance they had done many times. It was an electrifying show. “Here you go,” someone said to Jason, who stood beside me. I had to pull my eyes away from the scene. The doctor who had spoken to Jason was dressed in light blue scrubs, topped with a white coat. His hair was full of tight curls, they hardly moved even as he nodded in response to something Jason asked. “Post-op scans look good,” he said to Jason, glancing at a clipboard before meeting Jason’s eyes again, “but she’s s

SABRINA MORALES A young boy was standing in front of the elevator, his headphones blasting music loud enough for me to hear from across the room. He nodded his head to the beat as he waited for the elevator to return. There was only one elevator, so I stood with him, holding the gift bag under one arm while window shopping on the new Metsy website. “Cute,” I said out loud when a pink pearl jewelry set loaded. I considered buying it. The boy and I locked eyes for a second. I looked away, scrolling past the beautiful jewelry set. Fuck. I wanted it. I swiped back and saved it to my wishlist, then quickly swiped away—as if that would somehow undo what I’d just done. When I looked up, my heart jumped. The boy was peering into my phone, his hot breath filling the tiny space between us. He was lanky, just an inch shorter than me, wearing an orange pullover that completely covered his arms. “What?” I asked, taking a step back. He apologized. “Got carried away. I’ll just…” He point

CAROLINE MORALESI kept staring at my laptop screen as the minutes dragged by.Jo was in the house, just not in this room. I could still hear him moving around, going about his tasks while I sat here, doing nothing but staring.The screen was initially white, and it was an empty page on my document.I ran a feminine-centered blog with weekly editions. Alongside that, I was working under contract with two media houses, one of which I served as the chief in-house editor.And then there was my anonymous author profile, where I wrote romance-fantasy books—or romantasy, as most people would call it.I was on my third book, with around five thousand subscribers following my profile and three thousand views on my latest story. Still, I hadn’t updated a single chapter in almost a week.With all that in mind, I continued to stare at the screen until it finally dimmed and went black. My laptop had gone to sleep.Now, it was my reflection that stared back at me.I blinked and leaned in, trying to

SABRINA MORALES “It’s really you!” Asher exclaimed, his face lighting up with a wide grin. He turned to his friend, Blaze, and slapped his chest. “Sabrina is Brie!” Sabrina is Brie? That caught my attention. In high school, my friends called me Brie, but most people outside that circle used my full name, Sabrina. Someone saying “Sabrina is Brie” meant they knew me as Brie first, then as Sabrina, and somehow didn’t realize I was the same person. I glanced at Blaze, my eyes narrowing instinctively. He’d been talking about me to Asher. I wanted to ask what he’d said, but I knew that could spark another argument. Two more people had passed us while we stood here, and I was starting to feel like I’d come out today just to run into Blaze. “I was going to ask what you’ve said about me,” I said to Blaze, “but I’d rather get inside and watch what I came for.” “Oh, right,” Asher replied. “You had a huge crush on Denzel in high school. Of course, you’re here to support him.” Asher pr

BLAZE WILLIAMS “Yeah, I know. I should’ve,” Sabrina said from the desk in my room. She wore my green shirt, loose but fitting her just right. She’d asked for a neat shirt and shorts, but I only brought the shirt, joking that I needed easy access to grab her ass whenever I wanted. I I didn’t think she needed to hide in a shirt or shorts, and surprisingly, she agreed. Sabrina woke up in a good mood, but I was worried that the news I had for her would ruin her mood. Even I would get mad if I was in her shoes but I’d get over it. I hoped she could do the same and understand why I have to do what I’m doing. “No, Denzel. It was beautiful,” Sabrina said. Denzel was her high school crush. I recalled Asher’s words and a pang of jealousy hit me, but I brushed it off. She had ditched his big movie director debut to come home with me. If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said