When Madchen finally entered her department, Nick was already with Kimber. He was whispering in her ear, and she was blushing.
A pang of guilt washed over Madchen.It was wrong for him to stay with her when he had a girlfriend, one who was very smitten with him. Kimber was a sweet young woman, with her long light brown hair and big blue eyes.She, too, had migrated to Miami,
They would all be together in the unit today, yes it was that busy.Madchen and Nick would split the rooms, with Kimber helping wherever needed. Several of the pt’s would have to travel to Ct, and the two core therapists wouldn’t have the time.The three of them got a report from the nightime therapists, then started their rounds together.
He wore his jet black hair in a man bun, his sharp features actuated by his piercing dark eyes.His muscles rippled under his dark green scrubs, and his countenance was that of a man you didn’t mess with. It was like he had been chiseled by Zeus himself, a gorgeous Greek god, Romanian, Romanian god.His eyes slowly roamed over everyone standing there, until he came to
To Madchen, it was obvious there was some kind of communication going on between the two, probably telepathically, as she had experienced before.They gave a slight nod to each other and turned away.
She headed back to the desk, interrupting Nick and Kimber’s obviously intimate conversation.It was still early in the day. She hoped with everything in her it would be over soon.
“Madchen!!” she heard the nauseating voice of her supervisor call her name.“Yes, Jason?” she replied curtly, giving him a glare.
Madchen’s entire body began to tremble. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. Any second now, she would completely melt down, giving over to the one thing she had fought so hard to contain. Soon she would be nothing but a heap of bundled nerves on the floor. Soon, everyone would see her for what she really was, a pathetic loser, as her meth head mother called her, a waste of space and food.
“I know where she is,” NIck spoke up.Madchen huddled behind the ventilators in the equipment room, with her head to her knees. It was dark in there, only the lights from the machinery bouncing off the walls.
Madchen and Nick sat on their balcony chain smoking. Coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, they quietly enjoyed the last rays of the evening son.Thor slept at their feet, snoring like a sleeping dragon.
The morning sun blinded Madchen as she opened her eyes. She sat up in the bed, rubbing them blearily as she gathered her bearings, remembering last night’s escapades.Drago had taken her in the gentlest way;making love to her for half the night. It was a blissful experience, his warm mouth caressing her breasts,his hands roaming her body,the way he stoppe
Everyone clapped as the two of them stood there, in a warm embrace. Soon, his family disappeared and they were on their way back to their little cottage by the tropical sea.Madchen tensed as Drago picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the cottage.
Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.
Drago’s boat pulled into the dock at their hotel. Madchen squealed with delight when she saw the little white cottages lined up on the shore . White sand and blue-green water were everywhere she looked.She opted to leave Thor with Nick back on the family island. He and his brothers were taking care of operations while Drago was giving his mate a well-deserved
Madchen could feel the heat bearing down on her as the boat motored out of the little cove. Even through her expensive new sunglasses, she squinted as she looked around. The calam water sat so still that it gave a reflection of glass and she could see to the bottom, which was only around three feet.
“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze.“As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings.“I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pai
“A,Adam?” she stuttered, her mouth agape.“Yes, ma’am,” he gave her a low bow, eliciting a loud growl from Drago, who tried to shield her from Adam’s naked body.
Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work.“They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.”Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”Madchen stiffened in her chair, she felt Drago squeeze her hand. Looking up at him, she noticed a worried expression form on his face, or was it expectation? She really wasn’t sure what was about to happen.“Don’t tell me you are werewolves,” she tried to joke, but faltered when she realized no one thought her comment to be funny.“Not quite,” Marcu chimed in. Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun.“No Madchen, we have nothing in common w
Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.