1. I want you!

Veronica's pov

"Doctor Veronica sidorov?..."

I placed my coffee mug down and looked at my subordinate.

"Ward no 16"

Dr. Matthew rolled his eyes.

I sighed.

"Don't worry, Doctor... I'll handle it for you but I need to attend my patients in fifteen minutes..."

Doctor Matthew has just joined our hospital after working in America and the first patient he got is some important personality from the Russia. 

I feel bad for Doctor Matthew that he couldn't earn the trust of the patient and now I have to attend his patient because per their opinion, I am the most experienced doctor in this hospital. Note the sarcasm! 

And let me tell you it's not fun at all.

"Thanks... Don't worry I'll attend your patients..."

He said, disappointment flashing on his face. 

He is an excellent doctor and I understand that this treatment must have scratched his ego. 

"Thanks!"

I cut the conversation short and head towards the ward no 16. 

Number 16 never felt so unique before.

I don't know why but my heart picked up the race when ward came to my view. 

This patient is the most difficult and mysterious patient of my life. 

Vladimir Volkov!

Last month his bodyguards brought him here battered in his own blood, he was critical. It was a major car accident. Our team successfully treated him with extra care because of course he is a VIP patient. He has literally tricked the death. 

Later I came to know that he is one of the richest businessman in Russia and that explains his tantrums. His bodyguards are always around, looking and checking everyone suspiciously, Even medicines and it's so irritating. 

He demanded the best doctor in the hospital and they made me a scapegoat, The hospital authorities had strictly ordered his priority . This man has very short temper and almost all nurses has cried while treating him. And the results are, no one is ready to enter this ward except me. 

He hasn't said anything to me yet, he stays quiet when I am treating him but that doesn't mean I am not nervous around him. He has something in him which makes me feel conscious around him. 

I took a deep breath and entered the ward. My heart skipped a beat when he looked up at me with his egle eyes. I never imagined that grey can be this terrifying, yet here I am, afraid to look into eyes of my patient. I quickly looked away from his icy eyes. 

I placed my stethoscope on the counter. 

"Good evening, Mr. Volkov"

No answer from him but I could feel his gaze on my back. He always does this. It feels like he is the one who is examining me.

His eyes does something to me. It feels like I am tied down. Whenever his skin touches me, my body sets on fire. His every move....

God! Stop it. 

I checked his x-rays and turned towards him.

His injuries has almost healed. Today I'll remove the cast from his wrist and then it's done. He is free to go home. And I am free to prioritise my patients, because of his weird behavior people think we are doing something. 

I tried to control my hammering heart which is uncontrollable due to his eyes on me. Even if he is injured, his raven black hair is styled neatly, perfect sharp jaw, light stubble and pointed nose. 

I have never seen a handsome man like him. He is like an artist's favourite sculpture to which he gives extra attention. 

"You have shown a great recovery, Mr. Volkov.."

Despite of the storm inside me I managed to deliver it confidently. Still no answer. 

I wonder why he doesn't yell at me like he does with other staff. 

"We will check the stitches we removed yesterday and then I'll remove your cast, your fracture has healed..."

He looked at his bodyguard who was standing by the door and he left. 

I don't know why he wants us alone whenever I am treating him. 

I gulped and went closer to him. He sat up straight and bed moved with his weight. 

"We will remove your shirt first..."

I mumbled.

Voice Vera! Keep it confident. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and I stood in front of him. 

I opened the buttons of his shirt and revealed his broad chest. He is build like a mountain. Every part of his body is like a carved one. 

I slide his shirt down from his shoulders and stilled when his nose touched my belly. 

This is not new, since I have started attending him, physical contacts like this are happening very often. 

I am not surprised, I have experienced this before. Sometimes by accident or sometimes due to perverted patients and I have always ignored it. 

But this time the problem is, his touch draws reaction from my body. My body likes his touch and it's wrong. Terribly wrong!

I stepped back and squeezed the water out of the sponge to clean his body. Nurses are not ready to attend this hot headed man so I have to do everything. I can't ignore it because we have clear orders from the management that we should 'satisfy' his every condition. I don't know what this 'satisfy' exactly means.

I wonder how much power he holds to mend and bent the rule of this hospital. 

As he always does, he laid back in the middle of the bed and I can't reach to him from the side of the bed. Does he do it on purpose? he knows that I can't reach him like this without sitting on the bed. 

I can argue with him but I don't want to create drama and of course I don't want to get fired. 

I sat on the bed, close beside him so I could clean his chest. 

I kept my eyes on his chest as I wiped it with sponge avoiding his eyes on me. 

He knows that I can sense him looking at me. What's his problem?

I almost gasped when he grabbed my wrist with his large hand and placed my hand on his neck. 

"It's needed here"

He said in his thick Russian accent and Thank God! he doesn't talk often otherwise it would have been another problem for me. 

I cleaned his neck the way he wanted and checked his wounds. 

"Good!... There is no infection"

I looked at him and his eyes held me captive once again.

He slowly leaned towards me and I did the opposite. 

"You didn't come last night!"

He said with the hint of irritation in his voice as his eyes landed on my wedding ring.

Yes! I am married!

I stood up from the bed and started preparing to remove his cast.

"I had important surgery to perform..."

I answered. 

"Doctor Matthew is a good doctor... You shouldn't___"

"Good, not excellent"

He replied in a harsh tone while leaning back to the bedpost. 

I started removing his cast.

"What made you think that I am excellent?"

I asked keeping my eyes on the task. 

"I don't need to answer you"

He replied. 

"You should because I am attending you since last month... And this is not my job..."

I looked into his eyes, challengingly. 

I finally freed his hand from the cast and loud gasp escaped my mouth when his hand snaked around my waist and he flipped me on the bed beneath him. 

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. He is on top of me without shirt. If someone catches us like this then I will loose my job. 

"Mr. Volkov this is____"

"Shhh___"

His fingers traced my lips.

"I don't care if this is your job or not... I wanted you and I got you here."

My breath stuck in my throat when his lips stopped few inches away from mine. His hand is on my waist which is sending shivers in my body.

He smirked noticing the reaction of my body.

"I take what I want, at any condition!..."

His knuckles travelled from my cheek to my neck and my desperate pussy started throbbing in need. 

I don't understand what drew strong reaction like this from my body. The thing that he is incredibly handsome or the fact that no man has touched me since last two years. 

Right! My husband hasn't touched me since two years.

"Mr. Volkov... This is very inappropriate behavior"

I breathed out.

"This is a professional place and I am a married woman..."

His eyes found my Ring again and his jaw clenched. 

"I don't like to beat around the bush, Doc... I know that you know what's going on in my mind..."

"We don't read mind here"

I replied. 

He smirked.

"I want you..."

"Correction, Mr. Volkov..."

I glared at him.

"You want my body!"

His smirk widened.

"You are smart... I love it..."

"It's not possible"

I pushed on his chest and he sat up without any protest. I quickly sat up in a sitting position while fixing my scrub. 

"I am married and___"

Before I complete he grabbed the back of my neck and brushed his lips against mine. 

I swear I felt thunders passing in my body with that small touch. 

"There is no rush... Think about it..."

He whispered as his hand travelled from my neck to the valley of my breasts and finally broke the skin contact. 

I grabbed the opportunity and rushed out of the bed and didn't stop until I was 10 feet away from the ward.