Chapter 347

NOTE: [This chapter is completely free as it is still the same chapter as before. Only with an ending that the previous chapter 35 didn’t have.

It got cut off during editing process and I only saw it after I already published the chapter. Republishing will take a while to be approved so please bear with me, and read this till the end!]

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CHAPTER 35 [ Left To Grieve ]

~TRAVIS~

After I left the Wellington’s home that morning, my first destination was the hospital. Someone had some explaining to do. Someone had to pay for messing up my system.

I refused to believe I was capable of carrying out such a disgraceful act without being under the influence of something. The only thing that could have influenced such behavior was my pills.

Not only were they a personal prescription from my doctor but they were also new and entirely different from the ones I’ve been using since the accident. The drugs had only gotten to the second phase of clinical trials but he convinced me to give them a try.

He said they could be the permanent solution to my tremors and seizures with the early side effects being slight drowsiness after use. What sweetened the deal for me was the idea of my ailment disappearing permanently.

I was desperate to rid myself of the pain that I didn’t think it through.

I might have gotten greedy for good health but the side effects of the drug were definitely downplayed. What I felt went beyond the feeling of drowsiness.

I felt arousal like never before.

Heat stirred everywhere inside me and seemed like it would consume me if I didn’t do anything about it. At that point in time, I was no less than an animal.

The result of what I’d done was irreversible but I still deserved accountability. I deserve someone to blame.

“Sir, Mr Wayne isn’t in his office yet—” A nurse tried to stop me from striding into the doctor’s office. She couldn’t finish her words though, shrinking the moment I pinned her with a cold glare.

“Then, get him.” I ordered.

“Ri—right away sir!” She stuttered, scurrying off.

I waited impatiently in the office. The door opened a moment later, revealing the man who has been in charge of my health all year. Unlike the nurses, he wasn’t in the least bit worried by presence or obvious annoyance.

“Mr Sinclair, you scowl already scares the nurses everytime you come here. You don’t have to snap at them either, they’ll get a heart attack.” He said, playfully. It was his usual way of talking to me since we have built some sort of relationship.

I tossed the drug container on the table, getting straight to the point. “What’s in these?”

He eyed the bottle in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You said the side-effects were minimal. You said I would only feel weak and sleepy for an hour or two.” I repeated the same words he’d said to me barely two days ago.

“True, those are the only side effects—”

“Bullshit!” I bellowed.

He peered at me worriedly, “Mr Sinclair, is something wrong? Did something happen? You look fine.”

“Fine?” I was going insane and he thinks I look fine?

“These drugs turned me into a horn-dog overnight and my reputation is ruined because of it.”

He raised his brow at my choice of words but I didn’t give a damn about being proper at that moment. I was already labeled a sexual predator, adding a foul mouth to the mix wouldn’t hurt anyone at this point.

The doctor lifted the drug off his desk, uncapping it to look through it. He even sniffed it.

“You’re saying you experienced heightened sexual arousal because of this?” He asked again, as if he wanted to be sure. “That shouldn’t happen.”

“Well, it did! And it’s driving me insane. I need answers and I need them right now.”

The doctor’s calm reaction made it seem like it was just another day at work for him while it meant more than that for me. Eventually, he placed the drug down and faced me squarely.

“I understand your frustration, Mr Sinclair and I am just as confused as you are. I have other patients who tried this long before you did and something like this was never reported. Could you give me a run down of what happened?”

Begrudgingly, I told him everything. Leaving out the details of the circumstances surrounding who I had slept with.

“So…all you took that evening was some food, a glass of wine and then these pills?”

“Yes, in that order.” I affirmed.

“Mr Sinclair, the symptoms you have described are quite familiar but associated with another class of drugs.” He seemed to be thinking of something but he wasn’t telling.

“What drugs?” I hadn’t taken anything else.

“I have an idea but it’s best to not let you know yet until I have fully confirmed it. We’ll take a urine sample to run a test to detect the drug components present in your stream. Results typically show in a day or two.” He tucked the drug away into his locker. “I’m sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you.”

The doctor’s apology didn’t make me feel any better.

Hours after leaving the hospital and returning home, I still felt like total shit.

I took a long shower, but I still felt dirty.

What made it all worse was that everytime I closed my eyes, I saw her.

Sophie.

Everytime I remembered the sound of someone moaning underneath me, calling my name out in ecstasy—it was Sophie I saw. That alone was enough to totally drive me insane.

I’d found her presence at the dinner disturbing for reasons I couldn’t even explain. My stomach had twisted when Justin introduced her as his girlfriend. The more that night crawled into my mind, the more I was faced with the explanations of why I found it disturbing.

I felt things for her.

They might be nothing but mere feelings of desire, hunger, and lust but they were still feelings all the same. They scared me. Because every time I feel strongly for someone, I lose them and I am left to grieve the loss all by myself.

I won’t let it happen again.

I finally got the chance to channel all of my anger and frustration into something when I sat at my computer.

I opened an email that I had long composed but that I could just never bring myself to click the send button.

Even right now, I hesitated, my finger hovering on the button. My brain sent me a reminder that this was the right thing to do. All it had to do was make me picture Sophie crying in pleasure under my body again.

Without another thought, I clicked send.

Just like that, Sophie’s internship termination email was on its way to her.