Chapter 8: A Doctor's Prescription

"Do you want another tub?"

I innocently looked at Pierre when he said that. I looked at the ice cream container that I've been holding, and I didn't realize that it was almost finished. That's one hell of a tub, and only I ate all the ice cream in it!

I bit my lower lip out of shame, and I diverted my gaze from Pierre, who was seated beside me on a long sofa as we watched a show on television together.

Since my wounds aren't healed yet, we cannot proceed with the plans we had for our date. It's weird because I don't know if I should be happy or worried about it. I mean, I have a lot of doubts because of the way he asked me out. He was saying that I was the one insisting on it, but he's the one who asked me and planned everything. I can't comprehend if he's actually willing to do it or if he's just toying with me.

His chuckles awakened me from my deep thoughts.

"Sorry..." I shyly apologized for finishing all the ice cream he bought.

"It's fine, baby," he gently said.

He took his phone and went into an online food delivery application. My eyes widened when I saw him check out 20 tubs of the same flavor of ice cream.

"Hey, that's too much!"

I tried to stop him, but he only smiled.

"Just keep the rest you can't finish in the fridge and eat them whenever you want."

Did I look like a starving pig?

I felt my cheeks turning red. This is embarrassing!

Then again, Pierre laughed another time.

"You're cute," he said, which didn't help me calm down at all but rather made me more embarrassed.

"Just give those ice creams to the street children. I won't eat it."

I placed the empty tub of vanilla ice cream on the table. Pierre only looked at me with a sheepish smile. My brows furrowed. Oh, he's making fun of me. I am slowly hating this.

"Are you sure you don't like it?" He leaned closer to me, which made me gasp.

I gulped, thinking he would kiss me, but instead he wiped something on the side of my lip using his thumb.

I closed my eyes, scolding myself. Can this day be more embarrassing? I hate this.

"You're playing with my feelings, Mafia Leader." I looked away from him.

I bit my lower lip and clenched my fists. I am hurled like a scared child because he's too close to me, and I don't like its effect on my body.

For Peter's sake Pierre,  move away!

But guess what? Instead of moving away, he leaned even closer and kissed the edge of my lips.

"Oh, God damn it," I irritably said, pulling his collar closer to me.

This man really knows how to tease me!

It's annoying that he can easily stimulate me. Pulling him closer and showing him that he successfully aroused me is like stomping on my own pride, but it's even more annoying to act like this is nothing.

"Stop teasing me and come for it on your own. Stop acting like an unexperienced lad," I scolded him after a long and provocative kiss.

He smiled and said, "I like seeing you try so hard to avoid me."

"Fuck you, Pierre," I said, annoyed.

"Yes, baby, fuck me," he said with a smirk written all over his face. He gently pulled my face closer for another kiss.

I laid on the couch while he was on top of me. His hands are playing around my legs, and mine are on his hair, while we kissed each other passionately.

This all started last night when we got home. He tended to all my wounds, but after that, he ended up gently thrusting me onto his bed.

I wouldn't say I didn't like it. What I don't like is that he keeps teasing me every time he has the opportunity. As he has said, he loves seeing me try so hard to avoid him.

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"How are your wounds?"

I looked up at his face. We are currently lying on his bed, and our naked bodies are covered by his blanket. My head is on his arms, and his other arm is coiled up on my stomach. Our current position is strangely making me feel safe. I am not sure why, but everything just feels so light and peaceful.

"It's not that deep; I'm okay, Pierre," I whispered as I hid my face in his chest.

"I called my friend. He's a doctor; he'll tend them so we can make sure that there will be no scars left behind."

He has a point. Lauro has already left a scar in my life emotionally, and having a physical scar from him is already too much.

"Thank you," I said.

He hugged me tighter and said, "You're welcome."

After we took a bath, the doctor arrived in a few minutes.

He's a young doctor who definitely has what it takes to become a model. I was shocked because I am used to seeing old and grumpy doctors, but now I am seeing a different caliber.

"You're staring too much at him, Amanda," Pierre whispered in my ear as his hand traveled to my waist.

I hid my smile. Is he jealous?

The doctor's name is Kajik. He strictly advised us to call him Doctor Kajik rather than his family name. I don't know the details behind it, but I see no hassle in following his request.

As he checked my wounds, he told me stories about Pierre. He's a nice guy, and it turns out they've been close since Pierre entered the Mafia Organization. Yes, he's under the same organization and, most probably, a criminal like us who has killed several people.

Pierre, who'd been watching us throughout the session, went out to answer a phone call, leaving me with his colleague.

For some reason, we've become awkwardly silent since Pierre went out, and I only answered questions related to my medical conditions. He prescribed me a medicine that I could apply to my wounds to make sure that scars wouldn't remain in my body.

"You're all set. They are all minor wounds, and there's nothing left to worry about as long as you take my prescribed medicine strictly."

"Thank you; that's a relief," I smiled.

He smiled and stood up to fix his things. I silently watched his back as he calmly picked up his belongings. Few moments later, Dr. Kajik turned his back and faced me with a doubtful, smiling face.

"Amanda,"

"Yes, doctor?" I tried to plaster a natural grin in order to hide the terrible gut feeling that I suddenly felt after Dr. Kajik called my name.

"Be careful."

He spoke those words while directly looking at my face with a warm expression.

His face is smiling, but I can feel the tension in his words, and because of that, I didn't acept his words as an advice, but rather, a threat. 

Just as I was about to ask him what he meant, Pierre suddenly barged into the room. He initially noticed the tension in our ambiance and mirrored my gazes as if he's asking me what is wrong using his eyes.

"Are you done? How is she?"

Dr. Kajik smiled and tapped Pierre's shoulders. "Nothing to worry about, lover boy."

"Tsk," Pierre hissed and ignored his friend's teasing smile before approaching me. Dr. Kajik laughed.

After fixing his lab coat, Dr. Kajik faced us with a smile on his face. "I still have patients to tend to. I shall head out now."

Pierre nodded. "Thank you, Kajik. I'll wire the expenses to your account."

"I'll expect that."

Strangely, watching Dr. Kajik as he heads out from our premises eased my racing heartbeats, but before opening the door, Kajik looked back and gave me a smile. "Nice meeting you, Amanda. Have a great day."

I awkwardly smiled. "Thank you, doctor." 

When the young doctor has finally departed, Pierre looked at me with a grumpy face.

"What now?" I asked with my brows furrowed.

"Did he hit on you?"

I laughed after hearing his question. The tension I have been trying to hide while Kajik was here immediately disappeared as I saw Pierre's bratty attitude.

"Stop being so possessive. It's not like I am every man's type. I gently hit his shoulders."

He ignored my words while the grumpy look remained on his face.

"Oh, dear," Looks like someone is overthinking stuff.

I leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek.

"He didn't hit on me, so fix your grumpy face."

A smile slowly formed on his face which made me chuckle. He acts brave and mighty, but a kiss is already enough to melt him down.

He's insane.