"No way, why would you f**k my friend on the night of the best surgeon day” I screamed after seeing Andrew and Aliana in the storage room.
“No way you would probably get chosen” Andrew said rushing out of the storage room
I closed my eyes and opened it again so I could get what exactly is going on right now
Is this a dream, obviously not this is real
“Aliana" I screamed
She rushed out of the storage room immediately
I couldn’t bear the thought of Aliana seen with my boyfriend so I ran outside
“Jeez, that damn ugly thing" I said as I threw a punch at the car window “oh my Goodness” I dropped my bags and closed my mouth “damn I thought it was my car"
The owner of the car opened the car door and held my hands
“What have you done to my car glasses” he said looking so paranoid
I shivered in fear “oh no I am sorry, I am so sorry, I thought it was my car” I said begging for forgiveness
“Oh my goodness, you are hurt” I touched his face which the glasses left a scratch on “its bleeding" I said
He held my hands tight and away from his face
“I am a doctor, I am going to treat this" I said shivering and sweating
He held my hands tight and kissed them “These hands seemed very warm to be a surgeon”
“just like my cheating boyfriend said to me, damn him" I said fuming in anger
He laughed “I am serious, your hand are soft and warm”
I stared at his face for a while, we made eye contact leading to something else.
I kissed him and he held me tight giving me a deep kiss in return for some minutes
“Should we do this?” he asked me silently
“Yes" I murmured unbuttoning his cloths.
He stopped and looked me in the eye “Now you can either go home with me or think about your idiot ex, the choice is yours” he asked me
I didn’t give him an answer but I gave him something more than an answer, I rushed straight into his car giving him a signal to hurry and drive, I touched his d**k till we arrive at his house. He carried me and pushed me little to the wall, he carried me up and kissed me, I moaned he dropped me and I keep moaning while loosing his belt.
He grabbed my face “Tell me what you want" he asked me silently , his voice made me wet immediately
“I want you to bang me hard, I mean harder” I replied breathing heavily
He loosed his shirt “ Now let me show you what it is like to be a real man" he said as he pushed me to the bed “I will make you forget your little boyfriend ever existed" he added as he kissed me deep again
He carried me again to chair and removed my panties, he zipped his off and dipped his d**k into my wet p**y.
I moaned aloud
“Now you feel so good" he whispered to my ears as keeps hitting the spot real hard “you are wrapped around me baby, I love that" he added
I moaned again “uhh, fuck, oh shit, hmm.. hmm” I moaned
“That’s it baby, let me hit hard now baby, its coming” he said slowly breathing heavily
I couldn’t moan properly, my voice trembled
“That’s it baby, good girl" he stopped and kissed my neck.
The next morning I woke up next to him, I felt shy and couldn’t face him “oh my God he looks hot” I murmured
He walked towards me and told me to come downstairs for breakfast, I stood up from the bed and saw my panties on the floor, I flashed back to what happened and how it happened again “urrggghh oh my goodness" I said silently
He grabbed my hands while I was about to take the panties “ come wash up first"
I rushed into the bathroom and took a quick bath, he knocked and handed me my panties.
After bathing, I rushed downstairs to see what he had prepared “ he seems like a sweet man, he is also rich" I said to myself
“I live here alone with my son, so feel free with me" he said
I smiled and rushed the food so I could leave immediately
“Let me have your contact and your cashapp" he said
I dropped the tea cup and looked up at him while he stands “cashapp? Why ?” I asked
“Or you want cash?” he asked as he dropped a lot of money in front of me
I smirked “look here, I am not a slut, It just happened to be like that so please forget about it, let’s just act like it never happened okay”
I dropped the tea cup and grabbed my bags
He ran in front of me trying to stop me to calm down
“Listen, I don’t even know you" I said
“I also don’t know you too, but we don’t have to act like we don’t know eachother" he said “ what is your name ?” he asked
I stared at him for a while
“Come on" he said
“My name is Mirabel” I replied with a smile on my face
“okay cool, nice name can I drop you off?” he offered me a ride but I couldn’t accept it
“No I am fine thanks” I walked out immediately
I walked down the road and stopped a cab, the though of how my life turned out only in a day scared me “urggghhh, snap out of it Mirabel. We are adults, such things happen” I murmured to myself
I am back home again, where I would be alone and lonely, I dropped my bag and had a nice shower.
I cooked a nice meal so I could eat and forget my worries, my phone ringed and my boss name flashed on it, I hesitated a little while before I could pick it, but who knows it might be important.
“Come to the hospital now" he raised his voice and hanged up without waiting for a reply, I looked at my phone in surprise
“What could this be?” I asked myself and walked to my room to pack my stuffs ready for work.
I rushed straight into the office, my heart racing with anticipation and anxiety. I was directed to the new Surgeon doctor, who is going to be my new partner at work.I walked in his office as directed, And then, I saw him. My ex-father, John. The man I had slept with, in a moment of weakness and vulnerability.He looked up from his desk, a mixture of surprise and guilt on his face. " Mirabel" he said, his voice dripping with shock "You work here ?"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.John's expression changed, his eyes narrowing."Do you want people to say I am sleeping with my coworker?" John said, his voice dripping with malice. "Because that's what they'll think, Mirabel. They'll think you're just another office tramp, sleeping your way to the top."I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I knew I had to keep my cool.John's face turned red with rage, and he took a step closer to me. "Alright, I don’t think I should care about what people will say all I know
As I slowly opened my eyes, the bright morning light piercing through the window felt like a sharp dagger to my brain. I groggily lifted my head off the pillow, and a wave of nausea washed over me, making my stomach churn with a sickening feeling. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, my body heavy and weak.I tried to sit up, but the room began to spin, and I fell back onto the bed, my heart racing. The thought of getting out of bed and going to work felt like an insurmountable task. I couldn't shake off the feeling of sickness that had settled in the pit of my stomach, like a dark cloud looming over me.I took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm my racing thoughts and settle my queasy stomach. But the nausea persisted, threatening to unleash a torrent of unwanted contents from my stomach. I slowly turned onto my side, praying that the day would pass me by, and I could just sleep away the sickness. But the clock on my nightstand seemed to mock me, ticking away the minutes, reminding me
As I walked away from the tense encounter, I felt a subtle shift within my body. It was as if my cells were recalibrating, my nervous system unwinding, and my muscles relaxing. The tension that had been coiled within me like a spring began to unravel, releasing its hold on my physical form.With each step, I felt my body returning to its natural state, like a river flowing back into its tranquil course. My heartbeat slowed, my breathing deepened, and my mind cleared. The fog of anxiety and stress lifted, revealing a sense of clarity and calm.As the minutes ticked by, I felt my body fully return to normal, like a soft breeze on a summer day. My thoughts were no longer clouded by the emotional turmoil, and I was able to think with precision and clarity. I felt grounded, centered, and at peace.It was as if my body had been holding its breath, waiting for the storm to pass. And now, with the calm after the storm, I felt rejuvenated, refreshed, and ready to face whatever lay ahead.As I
I collapsed into Victoria’s embrace, my body racked with sobs as I clung to her like a lifeline. "I'm pregnant, oh God, I'm pregnant," I wailed, my voice shattered by despair.Victoria’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I surrendered to the anguish that had been building inside me. My tears soaked into her dress, my body trembling with the weight of my grief."I shouldn't be, I shouldn't be, I cant be, no… no, Vic do something," I moaned, my voice cracking with each word. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a mother."Victoria’s hands stroked my hair, her touch gentle and comforting, but I couldn't be consoled. I was consumed by the fear of the unknown, the terror of being trapped in a life I wasn't prepared for."I shouldn’t be ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do?"The words were a lament, a cry of despair from a soul torn apart by the revelation. I felt like my world was crumbling around me, like everything I thought I kn
Just as I lay there, consumed by my sorrow, my phone pierced the silence with its shrill ring. I hesitated, wondering if I should answer or I should let it be, but I wondered what if it was am emergency, something compelled me to pick it up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the name on the screen - Doctor John, my baby's father."Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Hey Doctor Mirabel, it's me," he said, his tone urgent. "I need your help, please. An emergency situation has come up at the hospital and I need you there, now."I rubbed my temples, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. "John, I...I don't know if I can make it. I'm not feeling well, and weak, I am not suitable enough today...I'm just not up to it.""Please, you have to come, you are a good doctor," he begged. "I know you're not feeling well, but I need your expertise. We have multiple critical cases coming in and I can't handle it alone. Just for a few hours, please. I'll make sure you're taken care of, I p
I walked into Doctor John's office, exhausted and emotionally drained from the intense surgery we had just performed. My baby's father, John, motioned for me to take a seat, but I couldn't muster the energy to sit up straight. I collapsed into the chair, feeling like I was going to pass out.Just as I was trying to catch my breath, Andrew and Aliana followed us into the office. Andrew, John's son, looked at me with a mix of concern and guilt. "Dad, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.John looked up from the file he was reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Andrew?"Andrew hesitated, glancing at me before speaking. "Aliana is pregnant," he said, his words dropping like a bombshell.I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Pregnant? Aliana My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Aliana my friend, was pregnant? With Andrew's child?The room fell silent, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked at Andrew, my ex, and saw the guilt writ
As I reached home, I lay on the bed, the tears flowed freely, streaming down my face like a river. I felt like I was releasing all the emotions I had been holding inside - the sadness, the anger, the betrayal, and the fear. I cried for, for the trust that had been broken, and for the future I had envisioned that would never come to be.My body shook with sobs, and my mind raced with thoughts of what could have been. I felt like I was mourning the loss of a part of myself, a part that I had given to someone who didn't deserve it.As the tears subsided, I lay there feeling empty and hollow. I knew that I had a long road ahead of me, a road that would require me to find a new sense of purpose and identity. I knew that I would have to learn to love myself again, to find joy in the simple things, and to discover a new passion and drive.But for now, I just lay there, feeling the weight of my grief and the uncertainty of my future. I knew that I would get through this, but for now, I just n
As I walked out of my apartment, the warm Monday morning sun hit my face, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. I had made the decision to quit my job at the hospital. I wanted to savor the moment, enjoy the feeling of freedom without any judgment or questions.As I strolled through the streets, I couldn't help but think about the reasons that led me to this decision. The long hours, the endless paperwork, the constant stress, and the lack of recognition had all taken a toll on me. I was burnt out, and I knew I needed a change.I walked into a nearby café, ordered a coffee, and sat down at a table by the window. I took a sip of my coffee and pulled out my phone, scrolling through social media to see what my colleagues were up to. They were all talking about their Monday morning blues, complaining about the traffic and the long day ahead. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful that I was no longer a part of that routine.As I sat there, I noticed a group of people walking t