I wash my face and brush my teeth. By the time I finish, he’s climbed into bed and turned out the lights. I slip under the covers and nuzzle into him. Again, he neither pushes me away nor reciprocates. I swear, he might as well be a life-size Ken doll lying next to me. Fine, let’s see him ignore this. I slowly caress his lower abdomen. My fingers play with the patch of hair trailing down from his belly button. I slip my hand lower into the waistband of his boxer briefs. By the time my hand reaches his dick, it’s already semi-hard. I begin kissing his shoulder and chest, slowly making my way down his abdomen, all the while fondling his manhood. He’s fully hard in my hand, and I’ve grown wet with anticipation. But first I plan to give him a rare treat. I part my mouth and lean in. “Not tonight,” he says tersely, shifting away. “I’m tired.” I can’t believe he’s playing this hard to get. Based on the abundant evidence, he’s totallyupfor it. I persist. “I think he’d beg to differ,” I s
I pass a few other workers on my way, they give nods of greeting as they step aside respectfully. But one doesn’t step aside…the striking blond walks right up to me, eyes narrowed, and hands planted on her hips. She’s wearing a red halter top that barely restrains the big fake tits and hot pants showing off legs a mile long. She waits until the corridor is empty to start. “What’s wrong with your phone, Nathan? Didn’t you get any of my messages? I haven’t seen you for weeks.” She pouts and slinks forward in those impossible stiletto pumps. “I miss my Ben.” I grip her wrist when she tries to slide her hand to my crotch. “Sorry, Layla. I should’ve made it clear, it’s over.” “What?” she says with eyes tearing up. “No, Sebastian. What did I do? Tell me.” “It wasn’t anything you’ve done. It’s just over, but you’ll be well taken care of, so don’t worry.” I step around her, but she grabs my arm. “Wait, is it because Layla is coming? I know the rules, Ben. I won’t make any trouble for you
Have a drink before you go.” I grimace. “Nah, I can’t. Ari’s out there. I don’t want to deal with that.” Stieg chuckles. “Yeah, she’s been chewing everyone’s ear off asking about you. What, you gone sour on her?” “I’ve been busy and with Layla coming…I’ll set Ari up with a place and give her some cash, but I’m done with her.” He hitches a brow and grins. “Ari’s back in the harem pool? No wonder she’s pissed. You might want to slip out the back to avoid that hornet’s nest.” “Good idea.” We turn and head the opposite way down the corridor out the back exit. “All right,” Stieg says. “I’ll be in touchI’mtwohoursintoan assist on a thoracotomy where among other things will perform a biopsy on the patient’s lungs. This is another key procedure that I can cross off my list and to be working with such gifted surgeons is a dream come true for me. I love my job. Ilovemy job! An hour later, I’m allowed to close up under the watchful eyes of the lead surgeon. It goes flawlessly and I’m re
Forty-five minutes later, I’m fully dressed and I’ve applied a little mascara and lip gloss. For the sake of time, I’ve blow-dried my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I think the jeans, silk blouse, and jacket ensemble should do the trick. I head out onto the landing and peer down to see Nathan and a younger version of himself having a rather intense discussion in Russian complete with pinched brows and flying hand gestures. Nicolaus’s hair is a little wavier than Nathan’s straight locks, but the color is the same chestnut brown. And the eyes, which suddenly flick up to me, are every bit Nathan’s. His expression softens a smidgen and the discussion ceases. Nathan glances up at me but is still frowning as if I’ve disturbed a very important discussion. “Hello,” I say with a little wave as I ascend the stairs. “Hi,” Nicolaus replies, smiling now. I’d say he was equally as handsome as Nathan but at twenty-one, he’s yet to completely lose the boyish look. While they have a simi
Nathan takes a hard right and the tires squeal loudly in protest. I cling to the armrest and will him to slow down before we end up in the hospital. His knuckles are white on the steering will and there is a frantic look in those sapphire eyes. He is terrified for Mrs Wood and I want to offer words of comfort but I’m completely in the dark as to Mrs Wood condition and the extent of the damage. I only pray that the doctor’s on staff will be able to successfully treat him. “Do you have any other details?” my curiosity getting the better of me. “How did this happen, where was he shot?” He gives a terse shake of the head. “He was trying to do a deal on his own, trying to prove himself to Sergei.” His face contorts with rage. “Why didn’t Sergei stop him? Now my little brother is dying!” He pounds the steering wheel. “You don’t know that, Ben. The doctors may be able to save him. Let’s just get to the hospital and I’ll talk to them. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” The further we driv
I find myself happily contemplating all of the above with Mads. I didn’t realize I had a dream girl, but Chleo Wood is it. And I knew that she was bright and talented, but seeing her at work today in the O.R….I wasn’t exaggerating when I said she was a rockstar, which would make me the horny groupie waiting to get backstage to fuck her clean into next week. My cell pings with a text. I’m hoping it’s Mads, telling me she’s thinking about me or just wanting to tell me about some new procedure she just assisted on. But it’s from…Layla. How the fuck did she get this number? Only five people have it, and she isn’t one of them. Sergei. That fat bastard! Hi Sebastian – it’s Natasha. I will be arriving in ten days. We should talk, make plans. Kissy face emoji. Suddenly I feel as if a thousand-pound anchor is around my neck, weighing me down, taking me under. How do I keep her away from Chleo? I have to buy myself more time to craft a bulletproof plan to free myself of this engagement wi
I smile and slip my phone into my back pocket. It occurs to me then that I’ve medically treated both of the Wilson. I move over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of Fiji water while I wait for Layla to arrive. Turns out she was in nursing school but dropped out to help take care of her younger siblings and then ended up working for the family when her brother got into trouble with them. It started out as a means to repay a debt. But now she enjoys the work and the extra cash. I encouraged her to return to nursing school, but she looked at me as if I told her she should take a trip to the moon. “Not possible, I work for the Wilson family now. Besides, the money is better.” She then looked up at me and nodded. “I’m glad you’re here now. I didn’t like the last doctor so much.” “Oh, no,” I explain, “I was just helping Sebastian in a pinch, I don’t work for Wilson.” She just gave me a strange look then shrugged and went about her business. The doorbell chimes and I hop off the stool
Go home, Layla ,” I order. “Yes, sir,” she says and quickly grabs her bag and hurries out of the place like it’s on fire. My hands are trembling, and it feels like a thousand frantic birds flapping in my chest. “I was forced into the betrothal, but I’m working on a plan to free myself of it. Layla is Sergei’s lover, and I’veneverlaid a finger on her. Since the day we met, there’s been no one but you,Chleo.” I take a step closer, encouraged that she seems to be listening. “That’s why I wanted you to move in with me, to sleep in my bed every night. I wanted you secure in the fact that you’re it for me.” I lower my eyes and nod. “Yes, it was wrong of me to keep that information from you, but I was terrified that if you knew, you’d have nothing to do with me.” I lift my eyes to hers, the expression is stern but at least she appears to be processing my words, weighing them carefully. “You can accuse me of lacking the courage to tell you, but you can’t accuse me of being unfaithful or two