Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
You need the right mindset to start with. You have NOTHING to fix.
I had agreed with her that time, but I realize now I was only telling her the things I knew she wanted to hear.
But in truth, I hadn't believed her at all, and all this time I was secretly convinced that something was wrong with me.
Dr. Somebody suddenly cups my face with his hands, and his next words nearly break me.
"Learn to live with your worries, Temptation. Embrace your fears. Live with it, and move on."
I'm crying before he's even finished speaking, and it's all because I know what he's saying is true.
Oh God.
Now that he's spelled everything out so clearly, I almost feel like laughing at how silly I've been acting all this time, thinking that I had to stop worrying about Io.
Why did I even think that was possible, since not worrying about my sister would also mean I've also stopped caring for her?
I look up at Dr. Somebody, and there's only one thing I can think of saying.
"I'm glad you're a doctor."
"And I'm glad you were an idiot—-"
I choke back a laugh.
"—-because I've come to realize it's your idiotic desire to stop worrying that made you sign up with SFI."
His ability to effortlessly switch from gentleman to jerk makes me laugh like always, and I no longer feel like dying when I find myself waving goodbye to him for the second time around.
I feel like an entire planet's worth of problems has been lifted off my shoulders, and that's why...
Your request for face-to-face consultation has been submitted.
Please stand by for confirmation from your doctor.
Only a few seconds have passed before my phone starts vibrating, and the first notification I see is from SFI's app.
Your doctor has approved your request.
Sixteen
I'm finally down with my last class for the day, but since our professor has already let us know in advance he'll be a couple of minutes late...
Just a little peek, I promise myself.
I only want to check if Dr. Somebody has texted me through the app, and only because I'm curious, not obsessed.
Honest.
But when I see that I do have one unopened message waiting from him, and I feel my heart skip a beat—-
Oh, shit.
I think I'm okay with being obsessed. It's shameful to be so, but I'd still rather be that than...in love.
Which I'm not.
Or so I try to convince myself while finally clicking on his message.
Him: Hello, Temptation. I'd just like to confirm something about our upcoming consultation.
Me: Of course, Doctor.
Him: Will this be about your pre-existing condition?
Me: Yes, Doctor.
Him: Then I think we have a problem.
My brows shoot up.
Me: What problem?
Him: Your symptoms shouldn't have recurred this soon after treatment.
Me: Oh no. What does that mean?
Him: I'm sorry to say this, but you might have an addiction, Temptation.
Me: An addiction?! How can that be, Doctor?
Him: My treatments can be all too effective, and so it's been known to make some patients seek them even when they are no longer ill.
I can't help rolling my eyes even as my lips do their valiant best to ward off a smile. He's basically saying he's a sex god, isn't he?
Me: I don't think I'm addicted, Doctor.
Him: Then that's worse.
Me: What?! Why?!
Him: It's also possible that your body has developed an immunity to my current treatment, which would then leave us with one last recourse.
My heart starts banging against my chest as I type my next reply.
Me: And what's that?
Him: A patented liquid medication, to be injected directly into your uterus.
I end up choking as soon as I read his words, which causes the other kids to look my way.
Damn you, Dr. Somebody.
Why did he have to be so, um, creative in his way of saying he intends to cum inside of me?
Me: That sounds scary, Doctor.
Him: I know it does, but trust me. The whole procedure has been clinically tested and proven safe and effective.
Him: I do have to warn you, though. As the instrument I'll be using is approximately thirteen inches long—-
Is he saying his dick is over a foot long?
Yeah, boy.
I mean, yeah right!
Him: Please be prepared to experience a slight twinge of pain.
Him: Lastly, expect the procedure to last several hours, as this treatment requires a minimum of five consecutive injections.
My eyes widen at what I've just read, but I'm forced to put my phone away in a hurry when our professor finally enters the room.
Dr. Somebody has to be joking, right?
It's one thing to make me cum with his tongue or his fingers, but...he can't really have the stamina to make me cum with his cock five times in a row.
Can he?
The thought leaves me in a daze, and before I know it, class is already over, Andie already knows she's my alibi, and I've already texted Nik and Daria about going home late.