Rainier
As soon as we step inside Ellis’s apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. I’ve already taken off my coat in the elevator, so now I just let it fall to the floor.
I pull her bonnet off. My fingers get lost in her hair and clutch a few tendrils as my lips crash down on hers over and over. Her hands grip my scarf and the frame of her glasses bumps against my nose as she kisses me back. The moan that escapes her throat echoes in my crotch.
It’s not the best lip lock. It’s clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasn’t had much practice. Either that or she’s lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe it’s just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
EllisRainier?I stare at him with eyebrows arched. My arms hang at my sides. I feel like all the blood has been drained from my face, from my limbs, from my whole body, all rushing to my heart, which feels like it’s about to explode from my chest at any second.It is Rainier. Those dark brown eyes are the same pools of melted chocolate I gazed into in between the most incredible kisses I’ve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while he… well, I don’t want to remember that right now.My point is, it’s Rainier, the same man I had Thanksgiving dinner and even more delicious sex with, except now he looks like a doctor, with the white coat and the black scrubs underneath. Does this mean…?“Smithson,” Dr. Carver’s voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. “Should I order a crash cart?”“N-no.”She sighs. “I know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
Rainier“Tom.” I hold my friend’s gaze. “Everything’s fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.”I glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.“Is that so?” Tom crosses his arms over his chest. “Care to share that reason with me?”“Sure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. That’s all.”Tom looks at Ellis. “Well, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? You’ve been doing well until today.”“I’m fine, Chief,” Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. “Well, at any rate, you know attending physicians have the right to kick interns and even residents off their service. Although I do encourage them to provide their subordinates with plenty of chances for learning, even second chances, con
EllisWho does Rainier think he is?I ask myself the question as I tack a smiling reindeer to my bedroom door, replacing the sunflowers.I know he’s an esteemed neurosurgeon who’s been in practice for several years now. I know he’s my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesn’t mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesn’t give him the right to say I don’t deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldn’t have said the same thing to him. I didn’t mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though he’s so rich, he won’t do a pro bono surgery on one patient. He’s alr
Rainier“Dr. Carver, can I have a minute?” I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesn’t stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. “Dr. Carver, don’t make me pull rank, because I will.”That makes her stop in her tracks.That’s right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think I’m just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I don’t mind, but when I mean business, I will not be ignored.Amelia sighs and turns aroun
The green flags of the trees become sepia toned, waving in the southerly wind. Within the multitude of soft chocolatey browns there is gold shining through, and a blush that brings summer fruits to mind. Mike sighed as he looked at the house before him. He didn't remember the last time he came here nor did he ever remember the house looking this way.The house looked like a cut out from Architects Today magazine. It was beautiful. but not in the olde-worlde quaint kind of way he was usually drawn to. Everything was geometric, which a person could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this house you couldn't help but notice it.The roof was flat for a start and the door as wide as it was tall. The windows took up entire walls with only polished steel beams to break them into yet more rectangles. The look would have been entirely metallic, like a mini down-town skyscraper had it not been for the cedar beams of t
Mike smiled as he took in on the appearance of his office yet again. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.Smiling to himself, he put on his spectacles and began to go through some files.His day seemed to be going well, having seen four patients that morning. Two had recognised him, one whom he had recognised as Brandon, one of his closest friends during his while the other
It is her tears that keep her soul alive in the furnace of this pain she bears knowingly. Nobody can extinguish what has been, yet only carry her forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from her brain.So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank her tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves her from becoming a monster she never wanted to be, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the only thing she felt like doing at that moment.Susanna walked down the hospital hallway with quickened steps, her little girl still on her hips as she tried to control the tears that were a product of the pain she had housed for seven years, tears that her body and mind were accustomed with for the past seven years.She couldn't believe the demon behind her suffering is back. She could not believe the one responsibl
Mike sat on his verandah as he read the morning newspaper. Quite normal for him to read newspapers on Saturdays when he was outside Zades. It was his first time spending a full day in his new house since he had arrived than in his brother's house.Well his house was a sight to behold because it was indeed a beautiful one. A bungalow painted with red white, and black, it was surrounded by beautiful flowers unending.There was a beautiful brown rug just before the door. Velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur.The veranda stretched the entire frontage of the house. The smell the freshness of the white paint was an evidence that he had painted the house not that long. Actually he had bought the house and had remade it according to his taste. Susanne had helped with the furnitures by going shopping in his stead.
Rainier“Dr. Carver, can I have a minute?” I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesn’t stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. “Dr. Carver, don’t make me pull rank, because I will.”That makes her stop in her tracks.That’s right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think I’m just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I don’t mind, but when I mean business, I will not be ignored.Amelia sighs and turns aroun
EllisWho does Rainier think he is?I ask myself the question as I tack a smiling reindeer to my bedroom door, replacing the sunflowers.I know he’s an esteemed neurosurgeon who’s been in practice for several years now. I know he’s my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesn’t mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesn’t give him the right to say I don’t deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldn’t have said the same thing to him. I didn’t mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though he’s so rich, he won’t do a pro bono surgery on one patient. He’s alr
Rainier“Tom.” I hold my friend’s gaze. “Everything’s fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.”I glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.“Is that so?” Tom crosses his arms over his chest. “Care to share that reason with me?”“Sure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. That’s all.”Tom looks at Ellis. “Well, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? You’ve been doing well until today.”“I’m fine, Chief,” Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. “Well, at any rate, you know attending physicians have the right to kick interns and even residents off their service. Although I do encourage them to provide their subordinates with plenty of chances for learning, even second chances, con
EllisRainier?I stare at him with eyebrows arched. My arms hang at my sides. I feel like all the blood has been drained from my face, from my limbs, from my whole body, all rushing to my heart, which feels like it’s about to explode from my chest at any second.It is Rainier. Those dark brown eyes are the same pools of melted chocolate I gazed into in between the most incredible kisses I’ve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while he… well, I don’t want to remember that right now.My point is, it’s Rainier, the same man I had Thanksgiving dinner and even more delicious sex with, except now he looks like a doctor, with the white coat and the black scrubs underneath. Does this mean…?“Smithson,” Dr. Carver’s voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. “Should I order a crash cart?”“N-no.”She sighs. “I know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
RainierAs soon as we step inside Ellis’s apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. I’ve already taken off my coat in the elevator, so now I just let it fall to the floor.I pull her bonnet off. My fingers get lost in her hair and clutch a few tendrils as my lips crash down on hers over and over. Her hands grip my scarf and the frame of her glasses bumps against my nose as she kisses me back. The moan that escapes her throat echoes in my crotch.It’s not the best lip lock. It’s clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasn’t had much practice. Either that or she’s lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe it’s just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “I’ll sing for you.”Her eyes grow wide. “You can sing?”I nod. “What song is it?”“‘What Child Is This?'” she answers.“I know it.”I probably know every Christmas song by heart.“You’ll bring her to the hospital?” I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes.“Sure,” he answers.I leave the caroler to him and make my way up the platform. The other carolers seem surprised to see me, but they turn their faces forward and continue singing. I sing along. When the opening notes of “What Child Is This?” start to play, I brace myself and start to sing as best as I can. I haven’t sung in public in a while, but thankfully, I still remember the lessons I learned when I was in the choir back in middle school. I just square my shoulders, tuck my stomach in, and open my mouth. My voice rings through the air, and after I hit the first few notes, the rest goes smoothly.When I’m done singing, I hear applause but I don’t have time to
Ellis“Happy Thanksgiving, Smithson.”Dr. Amelia Carver’s voice jars me out of my step-by-step recollection of the tonsillectomy I scrubbed in on just a few hours ago.I can’t help it. Since the first moment I stepped inside an OR, my mind has been stuck there, and until I’m actually spending most of my time there, it will be. It’s like when you’re watching a TV series one episode at a time. You keep thinking about the last one and wondering what will happen in the next. On the other hand, if you binge watch, there’s no room for anxiety, just anticipation. You just keep going from one episode to another, getting lost in the flow until time has passed you by.God, I can’t wait to binge on surgeries, but right now, I’m just an intern, so I have to take what scraps off the table I can get and try not to piss off any of the resident
SYNOPSISA hot neurosurgeon for a cold Christmas party.Sounds like a perfect fake date, right?Wrong.I'm hisintern.I knew it was wrong to spread my legs for him.But I did it anyway.I was supposed to hand him scalpels.Instead, I handed him my V-card on a silver platter.It should've been a one-time thing.Except that now, I want more.I want to pretend to be his fiancee.Take him to that fancy party.A party where secrets will come out.Mine will too.A secret that I'm carrying in my belly...His little surprise gift.NB; IT does not in any way continue to THE HANDSIME MEDICAL DOCTOR. I want to make this a doctors romance series.Hope you like this second book!
He was happy when he had heard that she was coming back the next day. He smiled as he saw Hannah gleaming with joy. She was sure happy to see her mother again.He took her out and they did some shopping together, Hannah choosing what she wanted to give to her mother. Well most of them were chocolates, ice cream and cakes.Just when they were done with shopping, Mike spotted a very beautiful ring just at a jewellery shop.It seemed more like a diamond and a sapphire joined together. It contains two interlocking rows of channel-set diamonds and gorgeous sapphires. The sapphire has a strong intense shade of bright blue that exhibit great brilliance and wonderful sparkle. One elegant row contains sixteen full cut diamonds totaling approximately twenty-five carats.It will look so beautiful on Susanna's finger. Especially now that he had planned to get all serious after she has come back from wherever she went to. It was the only way to keep her a