Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
But after he left, my head was still in the clouds — still on Natalie.
She wasn’t just “a patient.” And I wasn’t just “her doctor.” Hell, I doubted either of us was under that illusion after what’d happened earlier. Yeah, I was helping her with her problem, as a doctor, but it wasn’t just that.
I was helping her because I wanted to make her come.
I wanted to be the one to make her scream in pleasure for the very first time. Me, and me only.
I wanted to show her every damn way I could make her fucking explode, and show her things that would blow her mind. She’d gotten a taste that day, and I’d just been using my fingers.
...Fuck, I couldn’t wait to show her what I could do to her with my tongue. Or my cock for that matter.
I knew today had been pushing it. But she did too, and I knew it. I also didn’t care, because rules be damned, and professionalism could go get fucked.
Natalie Connors had stepped into my life with a problem. She’d come to me, and I was going to make her come for me.
“Doctor Owenson.”
The curt, icy voice behind me made me stop cold in my steps, my jaw tightening. I clenched my hands into fists, pushing the rage back down as I turned to face her.
Naomi Mansour had never been a nice person, but in the last few months, she’d become downright fucking impossible to be around. As the head administrator for the hospital, technically, she was my boss, even if she wasn’t a doc. Technically, she was in charge of overseeing me and my duties within the hospital, and technically, she had a say in how I ran things.
Technically, she was a real bitch.
Like I said, Naomi and I had never really gotten along, but then, it’s not like we’d been enemies or anything either. I did my job, she did hers, and we tended to avoid each other.
…That is, until the lawsuit.
My blood boiled just thinking about it, especially since in the back of my head, it felt like I was “keeping it” from Natalie, since she didn’t know about it yet. The whole thing was bullshit — a smear campaign meant to hurt my career — but that didn’t mean telling the girl I was falling for about it wasn’t going to be hard.
The woman’s name was Deliah, and she’d been a patient of mine months before. I’d seen her all of twice before she’d pulled a no-show on her third appointment, and I never heard from her again.
…I heard from her lawyer instead.
It seems that Deliah was pregnant, and miraculously, the father was apparently me. I use the word “miraculously” because there’s no other possible way I could have possible fathered a child with that woman outside of a miracle, because I’d never even touched her.
No, literally, not even in a professional sense. Our two visits had been her just babbling on about what guy she was dating, and whether she thought she should sleep with him. I’d informed her that maybe a therapist would be a better person to ask than a gynecologist, but she just kept at it. The second visit had been the same thing — a full twenty minutes of me sitting utterly bored in my chair while this woman prattled on about her dating history.
Then she’d never come back, and suddenly, I was being accused of “gross professional misconduct and sexual assault.”
The whole thing had hit me like a blow to the head. After all, I’d spent my life building my career, and an incident like the one with Deliah — however bullshit it was — had the ability to stick, and to tear down everything I’d done. Naomi had of course been involved — insisting the whole thing be kept private between me, her, and the hospital lawyer until we could figure it out. But, “figuring it out” was turning into Naomi pressuring me to resign.
I turned, glaring at her.
“What is it, Naomi?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’ve been dodging my calls.”
I wasn’t going to deny it. I had been. But, I’d also been completely preoccupied with Natalie, to the point where bullshit like Naomi and this Deliah shit had been pushed out of my head. Natalie had been the only thing I could think about — consuming me entirely and becoming my whole world like nothing else ever had.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, well, so have I, dealing with your mess.”
I growled. “I don’t know how many times I can go over this, Naomi. I never touched her. Literally. I never even gave her a fucking exam.”
“That is not true and we both know it, Aiden!” she snapped back, her face scowling at me. “She has proof of—”
“The fuck she does!” I roared back, my blood rising like fire inside. “Whatever she says she has is bullshit! I—”