Daring The Hot Doctor

“Help me out man. Miss Valeri’s lawyers are out for my neck claiming I used the expired iv fluids during her surgery. Even Mr Neil has asked me to tender my resignation letter if I have any dignity left.” Alan lamented over the phone to Joel, his office best friend, as he paced in his living room, ruffling his hair in frustration.

“I’m sorry man. Mr Neil red carded me off the case and I can’t afford to lose my job by being your witness in court. Truly sorry man.” Joel said, and the line went dead.

“Joel! Hello man, don’t fucking do this to me, hello!” Alan called, taking the phone off his ear.

  He noticed Joel hung up and furiously dialed his number over a hundred times, but Joel’s line was unavailable.

“Shit. The bastard blocked me.” Alan cursed, hurling his phone on the couch, then he leaned his forehead on the wall with shut eyes.

   Reliving the last surgery operation at the hospital that had inexorably led to his misery, a distressful migraine shot up his skull.

On that disastrous day, Bianca Valeri, an American Italian heiress, had been under operating lights after having made her plastic surgery appointment six months ago.

  The entire process had been going smoothly till the Iv fluid buried in her system burst wide open, and she started bleeding from every cut in her body.

She bled to death and Alan was accused of using expired iv fluids.

In other terms, Mr Neil, the hospital director, had used him as a scapegoat to preserve his hospital’s reputation.

  Subsequently, he'd used his entire savings paying off his connections to save his ass from jail.

Using up his last penny to pay for his mother’s dialysis, Alan had thought Joel could appear in court to give a witness statement based on their friendship.

Now it turned out everyone else was out for themselves.

  Although he couldn’t blame them, he’d never sacrifice himself for anyone, even for his ill mother.

Alan's bloodshot eyes swept over his messed-up apartment filled with litters of empty beer bottles, nylons of chips, which he’d been living on since he was broke.

  Everything was over, Bianca would win the court case tomorrow and his ass would be thrown in jail.

Even his lawyer had little to say these days, which meant everyone else knew he was screwed except his mom who was expecting him at her farmhouse this weekend.

In the past, Alan had been a clean freak who loved everything kept in place.

  However, seeing his life take a devastating turn, he idly scanned the untidy state of his room, then he shrugged.

Doing house cleaning was the least of his worries at the moment. The darn room could as well be turned upside down for all he cared.

Grabbing his jacket from the couch, he sauntered over to the fridge and grabbed a chilled beer.

  Knowing his electricity bill might be due soon, and he could best appreciate having a cold drink while he could, he knocked the lid open.

  With a bear in one hand, he wriggled into his jacket as he strolled out heading for the rooftop.

Then from a distance, despite the dim lighting of the hallway, he could sight Gia, his next-door neighbor, strutting towards him.

   She was clad in a black fish-net glitter lower-back mini dress that flaunted her plump, ballooned tits bouncing as she trotted towards the elevator.

Her ass cheeks were peeking out from the net fabric gumming her butt as the thigh-length dress accentuated her creamy skin that was probably soft and glassy to caress.

Gia had deep makeup and a wavy hairstyle, and it had seemed like she got off her stripper's job without taking off the costume.

  Despite himself, Alan’s mouth went dry as his piercing eyes lasered over her curvy body, then a muscle ticked in his jaw.

“Take those beady eyes somewhere else, sawbones. That’s unfair to my paying zaddies.” Entering the elevator, Gia scoffed as she returned Alan’s glare while folding her arms across her chest.

A bile rose in his throat in reaction to her words, especially the ‘sawbones’ part.

Well hello bitch, he wasn’t a fucking doctor no more, he cussed inwardly.

“Next time you walk around this half naked, I’m filing a lawsuit against you. There are kids on the block, for goodness’ sake.” Alan's disgusted stare roamed her body again.

Suddenly he detested how her habitual rolling of eyes each time he criticized her got his body all fired up and heated beneath his groin area.

“Good thing the kids here are fans of mine. At least they’d not put down a written complaint about a next door neighbor who’s walking around butt naked.”

“Your mama would be so proud of your immaturity.” Gia chuckled sarcastically, putting her middle finger up as the elevator was sliding close.

“Say that again!” Alan barked, lurching at her, but the elevator shut before he reached her.

Banging the metal door in frustration, he mused about Gia’s words.

How dare she insult his mother! If it were on a good day, he’d have taken photos of her indecent figure and emailed them to their landlord before she blinked.

   Alan swirled the beer bottle in his hand as he realized Gia had momentarily distracted him from the reason he had come out there in the first place.

Where was he headed? Yea the rooftop.

With a few purposeful strides, Alan was standing on the decking of the rooftops gulping and savoring the burn of his beer as he thought of his fate tomorrow.

  No one would miss him, since he had spent most of his life studying and working so hard he barely made friends and his relationships with women were non-committal.

  Anything to get his release, then he was done with them and wouldn’t even remember their names the next day.

Even his mom, who might probably miss him, could land in the grave before him. Nothing was certain.

Since his dad’s death, no other family member had stepped up to support him and his mom.

  Moreover, they'd not offer him assistance now, particularly since he was in a difficult situation.

Alan’s eyes ran over the dazzling city lights below, probably hundreds of feet away, and a thought popped up in his mind.

  Ending up in jail was worse than death. If he jumped off right now he’d die a painful death- a quick one - without being termed a convict for this lifetime.

He’d die an innocent man who was framed by callous people because of injustice and just maybe God will compensate him with a good life in heaven.

   Draining his bottle with one last swig, with determination flashing in his eyes, Alan smashed his beer bottle and started rolling his shoulders like a boxer warming up in the ring.

“You have to do this man. It’s the only way out.” Alan's eyes hardened as he peered around for his death spot.

He didn’t want his body part to be mutilated, at least he owed some dignity to his mourners.

“Jump off already. You’re an eyesore.” Gia’s voice made Alan freeze up, and she let out a sinister laughter as she halted a few steps away.

  Alan slowly turned around, and his pupils dilated to find Gia in a bikini outfit. Her ballooned boobs had goosebumps from the cold air.

Equally, her perfect ass dips looked soft and creamy, with those flawless thighs caging her warm pink clitoris walls.

Alan swallowed hard at the thought of burying his face in between her spread thighs, but looked away.

“Why are you here? You think they’re paying clients that’ll spot you from up here if you strip naked and dance?” He asked, but the warmth pooling at the tip of his cock contradicted his glowering eyes on her.

God, this evil little temptress, she was testing his patience as she let out a mocking laugh.

  Circling Alan’s form with a slow smirk, she had her ass facing the outside world, and he balled his fist, feeling sudden rage at the onlookers enjoying the free view.

“YOU.DON’T.HAVE.THE.BALLS.TO.JUMP.OFF.” Gia said it word for word with each poke at his chest.

The blood bumping in Alan’s cock surged faster at Gia’s mention of balls, and he felt like lashing every inch of her sultry curves -with his cock - for being so sharp tongued.

“Just get away from me, your cheap cologne will ruin my olfactory for a lifetime.” He taunted.

Gia’s expression turned sour as she stepped away from him like he was a plague.

But it faded into a slow cold smirk as she said,

“Let’s play truth and dare shall we?” She challenged.

Alan didn’t need to ponder about it, since his life was going to end anyway.

It’s not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor-enemy- a sexy bitch at that-

With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes.

“I take the dare.” He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly,

“Jump off this rooftop tonight or have sex with me before the first crack of light tomorrow.” She dared.

Stun flashed in Alan’s expression as their eyes locked on each other’s.