GeorgeI can't help the hunger that grows from deep within me. It's strange, to say the least, that I even stop to process these feelings. In the past, there'd be no stop. There'd be no thinking. My dick would need taking care of, and then I'd get exactly what I needed from my wife.But that's what caused the problems in the first place. Not just my dick, but the entire idea that Ella is ever more than the woman I married. I look at this absolutely stunning beauty, knowing I'd never even considered my actions before. But now, as I lean closer into Ella's space, I can't stop myself from the hunger welling up inside.I feel her soft skin with my hand, caressing her cheek as I watch her slowly blink at me. She is still drunk, which I'm still not used to seeing, and I question how this marriage has ended up in this mess.Lips meet as we stop on the stairwell, as I breathe in every single scent she holds. Even though she is still smelling like a liquor store, I can't possibly be expecte
GeorgeThe sound of chirping birds reaches my ears, causing me to slowly wake up. Disoriented from not remembering how I fell asleep, I let my eyes open just a crack, dawn breaking outside my window and sun starting to stream in.Morning. I can't even remember the last time I slept through a night. And all because...I turn and look at Ella, asleep beside me, though she's in the middle of what looks to be a fitful sleep. Her skin is slick with sweat, and she moans with discomfort in her sleep. Something's wrong.I reach over and feel her forehead, careful not to be too forceful and wake her up. She must be having a nightmare because she's unable to form coherent sentences and twitches every minute or so."The horse is in the lake."I lean back and blink at this sentence. Well, whatever nightmare she's having, it seems to be an interesting one.Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I walk out of my bedroom and quickly dial a doctor. Though Ella may be a great name in her field, t
EllaI groan as my hand finds its way to my forehead, sweat abundant at the smallest of touches. Ugh, this is absolutely gross. I can't even remember the last time I sweated in my sleep. I normally only sweat in my sleep when I'm getting sick, seeing as my body temperature can't handle the sickness.My mind tries to remember what led to being here. It's tough fighting through the fuzzy memory from the previous night. I finally open my eyes just a sliver, and the sight gives me the jolt I need to remember the worst parts of the day before.I remember the Forest Hotel. I remember the alcohol. I remember George demanding to take me home...I sit up, seeing the villa around me, and more memories flood back: the car ride back here, the intimacy shared between the two of us. The way he tried to carry me inside and I fought against him.The way I pushed him away and told him we were divorced.At least some part of my brain decided to kick in and work last night. How could I let myself g
Ella"Stop–George, stop it!" I push him away, hating how I'm blushing, having enjoyed the press of his lips and his passionate touch as if he might... as if he wanted me. I'm not going to fall for it, I refuse to. The only reason he wants me right now is because he's jealous that he isn't allowed to have me. That I am denying him. His interest only goes so far. I'm not going to hand my heart over to him just because he demands it. "You're enjoying this," he murmurs, leaning back in but I'm firm in my decision, not letting him get any closer. "Be that as it may, I don't want it. I thought you said you respected me." He pauses at that, pulling away. I wait as he obviously contemplates his options. Finally, he sighs and pulls away completely, leaving me feeling slightly cold, almost sad about it, but no. No, I can't be weak like that or give in. I learned better, haven't I? "Fine. You're still recovering anyway. I'll have one of the maids bring you dessert." "I'll eat d
EllaI carefully pull my hand away from George's grip and look away. In the reflection I notice him tense up, expression turning colder. I don't want any tender moments with him, nor do I want to make conversation when it'll just devolve into a fight. He's just driving me home, nothing more. It shouldn't be anything more either. I still FEEL too much about George. That's probably part of the reason why we always fight. Too many unresolved things, too many unresolved feelings that just bubble to the surface and turn vicious and poisonous. We're not good for each other like this. All we're doing is hurting each other, antagonizing one another to the point of rage and neither of us stop. I try to distract myself with my phone but frown as I realize it's on 'do not disturb', despite me never having done that. While I was off work at the hospital due to the conference, I was still one of their surgeons. They needed to reach me in any medical emergency such as calling me in fo
EllaI sigh as the deputy director is finally dragged out of the hospital after causing a small comotion of having to be forced out. Honestly, it was annoying how loud he'd been, begging for forgiveness or mercy despite how it was far too late for that. He won't find any of that from me, not after what he did."Thank you for compiling the data for me," I tell the corporate general manager. He's been a big help throughout this. "Of course," he replies, "you're doing good work despite how you've only been here for a short time." I hum, standing up and facing him properly. Emmit Ballwin, general manager for five years, has worked at the hospital for about eight. He did good work, was diligent and kept a good organization of the files. There were a few strange things about his background, but that's why I had him help, to get a better idea of his personality. He is a decent sort, and there is nothing truly incriminating in his history that wasn't in an effort to help the pa
Ella"Dinner?" I question.I'm incredibly aware of Elijah's intentions when it comes to me. He's not exactly subtle with his emotions, and I can read his face with ease. I won't delude myself into thinking he has real romantic feelings for me, however. All this is–all this shall ever be–is a professional, working relationship. Right now, even if I want more than this, the hospital's partnership is my primary concern.And honestly, I don't want that. I want to focus on the work that made up my early twenties. I want to help grow and expand this hospital and the people within it. Leaving George just to fall into another man's arms feels like an insult to my strength and position as a surgeon. The right path for me at this moment is to worry about what I can control in my career, not my love life."Alright," I respond matter-of-factly. "Let's go.""Wonderful," Elijah states, clapping his hands together. "I have a few places in mind."We make our way out of the office and walk si
EllaI can't help it. I begin to chuckle into my hand, and Rachel quickly follows. We snicker like schoolgirls as my best friend recounts to me what happened before she arrived."Real police officers, Ella! They passed right by me while I was wearing this fake uniform!" she says between her laughter. "That is incredibly ironic," I counter. "Can you imagine if they'd asked for your identification or even if you were answering a call?"She shakes her head, carefully wiping away a stray tear under her dark blue eyes so as not to ruin her perfect makeup. "Well, if one of them had asked me out, then maybe I'd have kept the charade going."I scrunch my face into a tighter smile, amused. "Oh? Man or woman?""Either one is fine with me," she shrugs. "The blonde female definitely had me turning my head."I allow myself to laugh harder, grateful for the best friend I have in Rachel. "Besides," Rachel states, flipping her hair away from her, "I look perfect.""Yes, but the problem was