3.Has been watching me!!

Celia

   "Zippo is an all-time American favorite brand. It is not only the 5th most expensive in the world but the most expensive one produced by zippo ever It came out in 2007 and was air and wind-resistant lighter. This model of Zippo lighter was sold for $37,000."

    My jaw dropped after reading this on the Internet. It is the same lighter he gracefully played with. And here I am saving every penny to buy a car of the same cost. Men like them are always injurious to mental health. I played with my crescent locket for some time and decided to do the thing I haven't done in 3 years. 

    "It's good to see you holding a pencil." Sasha's words hit me like a sudden storm that almost startled me. Till now, my room was so silent and I was so indulged in drawing that I lost the track of time. She stood beside me and scanned the completed sketch." Hands of a man, indeed." 

     "Yeah." I sighed.

     "Not definitely, Dr. Ralph's." She commented.

     "Yeah." I sighed again.

     "Who is that man?"

     I shrugged and took the sheet from the board and rolled it before I tossed it to the corner of the room. 

     "What?" 

     I have no answers to her questions 'cause I don't think some random man with chiseled hands worth a conversation or my time.

    "It didn't go well," I stated about my date with Ralph.

    "All it matters is you gave a try." She smiled.

      A month passed in taking care of Cayden, working my ass off at the hospital, preparing for my semester. So I could see the flag that I don't want to reach yet needed to reach. I'll soon start practicing surgical assistance. 

     I walked down the aisle passing by the patients in wheelchairs, shoving my pockets into my white coat, my neck wore the stethoscope as an ornament, but it feels like a rope that will hang me someday. I headed to room number:308, the room in which I had met that "Alexander the brute" for the first time. That was an unexpected encounter. But my sixth sense is telling me that I'll see him again. Just like I expected, he sat on the chair with his limbs spread apart. He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

      "Good to see you again, doc." 

      I neither said nor showed anything. I waited so that he will remove his shirt. The wound might have healed by now. Why is he here? As if he studied what's in my head, he slowly started to unbutton his shirt and I am definitely lying if I said I was not at all affected by it. His smirk has not faded, eyes never left mine and hands, the damn hands traveled up and removed the button revealing his hard chest. I gave him wry smile looking at the bare chest with no actual wound but with its scar. "Where exactly is the wound?"

      "Come on, Doc. I thought you could see through me."

       Of course, I could. This man is teasing me or flirting with me. It is still a wonder for a man like him looking at a girl like me. I know how they are. They are reeked of money, heredity, beauty, and God knows what else. They will look at you just like how they look at a tissue. Once they are used, they are directly thrown into dustbins. And we can not afford the cost of recycling. I decided to do some regular check-ups that are ought to be done. But he didn't move a bit. "Mr." What's his last name again? Whatever. "Please lay on the bed."

    "I wanted to do that with you. You beside me or on top of me or below me or whatever it takes." 

    This man has zero shame and I am so sure he is praising himself for his taunts. But he was not kidding. He is hell serious. His green eyes displayed the meaning of seriousness. He is not smirking or smiling. He means it. Like always I said nothing. But this staring contest sure started to annoy me. If I stayed for another minute here, I don't know what I would do. I don't trust the man before me and I don't trust myself when he is before me. I turned around to leave the room. 

      The doorknob is two steps away when I sensed his heat surround me, his erection dig in my back. I gasped at the sudden touch but muffled it before he could hear. I don't want to give him a reaction. He held the doorknob from my behind so that I couldn't leave the room. "Bet." He whispered what sounded so stirringly that the hair on the nape of my neck prickled. "I'll make you scream my name." For a second I wondered how it feels to come so hardly screaming his name. Damn good, of course. But no. I pursed my lips anticipating his next move. I wanted to run away from him and my alter ego, wow my alter ego wants him to touch me. 

    I stood there looking at the doorknob. He slowly turned it and I let out the breath I held till now. "How long are you going to play like this?" The answer is simple. As long as you don't stop talking and do nothing. Shit, I don't want it. But I can't help imagining it. When he turned the knob and the creaking sound of the door hit my ears, I rushed out. To my bad luck, I bumped into Dr. Green, Dr. Garrett Green, my ex. He looked at me with awe. I don't understand why. When I looked back, I felt, oh! This is why! I came out rushing and Alexander came out wearing, precisely, buttoning his shirt. I don't give a damn about what Garrett thinks. But I knew, he never wants to differentiate between what it is and what it seems. He can't think out of the box. "What the hell are you doing, Celia?" He actually yelled. 

      I didn't respond and made my way out from there before I heard him spoke to Alexander, "Did you touch her?"

      "Why do you care?" Alexander snapped at him in a raged tone.

      "I do care. I am her team leader and I do give a shit because this hospital has some rules."

     I heard them without looking at them. Gosh! This may affect my career especially since my semester is coming up and Garrett and I are not on good terms. All my worries about the future because of the past and present are interrupted by an evil laugh. Alexander's. 

     "You are the team leader? I'm the goddamn owner of this Willow Green. "

      What the…….! I don't have to see his face. By the intensity, he said that sentence, I could imagine Alexander's face. The face that held so pride and dominance, not to mention arrogance. "I pay your bills, pussy. So don't you dare question me or her again?"

     This time I turned around and blurted looking at Garrett, " I don't know him. And nothing happened and nothing will ever happen." I didn't answer him to give him an explanation but to show Alexander that I don't need his damn support. I looked at Alexander who is clearly surprised but soon it was obscured by a cloud of appreciation or am I imagining things? "You are feisty. That's a nice bike and a nice race by the way." He came closer and his tongue almost touched my earlobe. "I enjoyed every fucking minute of it."

     This time, it is me who is surprised. Bike? So, it's him who created that mini race. I thought our meeting is a coincidence. But he actually came for me for the very first time. He has been watching me for two months. Son of a bitch! Is he really planning to have me?