Susanna smiled as she met his gaze, his eyes portraying shock and worry. She did not know why he seemed so worried but all she wanted to do was to repay him for all he had done for her that night.
"Please stay"
She whispered as she stepped closer, reaching out to the hands that once reassured her that her world was safe, holding it with her two hands. She clutched at his long and straight fingers anyway, letting the warmth and softness of her own hands let him know she was there to help in anyway possible.
She did not know why but she felt safe with this man. She will not deny the fact that she will be happy if he stays in this 'lonely cabin' she calls a home with her, even if it was just for a night.
"I do not know......."
"Take it as an offer from a friend" She said as she squeezed his hand tighter.
"OK, if you do insist" He reluctantly said as he smiled.
"G
Susanna bit her lips as she could not sleep. All she could think of was the good looking man in her house. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Why can't she sleep?She got up and decided to go get some water from the kitchen. Taking slow steps she approached the door of the room he was in."Maybe he is asleep" She thought as she made her way towards the kitchen but was surprised to see him standing there pouring some water into a cup."You're still awake?" His voice makes her jolt and shiver. Why does he have this effect on her?"I...I'm just finding it hard to sleep" She says, trying to act normal but inwardly she could not control herself. His handsomeness is one thing, but the way he carries himself like a god makes him seem more attractive, and to help did she want to put her hand into his hair.She badly wanted to touch his muscles and feel them.She wanted to taste his lips and for t
The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety He could feel his own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark as he drove into the still night at about 9pm in the night.He had gotten home before but really didn't feel like staying or sleeping. He wanted to go out for a drive and enjoy the still and cold night.Breathing deeply, he inhaled the cool air as it also gave it skin a cool touch. It was such a cool and maybe would be a memorable one for him.Mike sighed as thoughts came rushing in his head, making his head whil
The pain of what just happened with Susanna took over his brain, as if dealing with it is energy expenditure enough, without the effort of new thoughts. Why won't she just give him a chance? He wanted her to give him a chance to prove he wasn't the type of man he is.Why does he care so much for her? Why does he always feel the need to help her?Why does it hurt so much when she had talked like that to him?He had never felt this way for any woman before. All he had felt for women was lust.Yes, he had duped her, but he never had touched any other woman after he had taken her innocence. He never understood why.He had raped women before, slept with numbers of prostitutes but after what he did to her, he never had the courage to touch another woman because he thought he would hurt her.He had lived with this untold guilt for seven years while he was getting rich. His plan was t
"What the hell?" Mike said in a surprised tone as he ruffled his hair in both surprise and immense confusion."Why the hell will they sell an innocent little girl?"That was the breaking point of his patience. At that moment, he suddenly became blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. He reached out. He went to punch the fool in the face. When his fist came in contact he fell to the ground wailing in pain, as he tried to shake the aching after taste, upon the taste buds of his hand. Much like coffee, its bitterness drew him in to take another sip knowing he would be more awake than minutes before. He tackled him and held him down so he could not fight back. He seriously doubt he couldāve anyway as his fists continued to hit his face. He did not feel guilty nor did he feel the pain that could be caused by punching someone in the face. So many years of subtle bullying that su
"Hannah"She whispered as she began to worry. She can't just sit down on a hospital bed all in the name of treating a wound that was going to heal soon.She forcefully removed the needle which was plunged into her flesh and tried getting up, but fell to the ground with a third, giving a shout of pain.Her legs hurt so badly.One of the nurses came in to see what had happened only to find Susanna's figure on the ground."Madam, are you ok?"Susanna lay on the warm tiles floor. The young nurse picked up her hand and felt her pulse, so she could know if the patient was fine or no.Her heart beat was slow and steady, and her face was so pale. No doubt Susanna was out cold; that was the proof.She had drifted into a world of unconsciousness.
It didn't take long before the police had found Mike and Hannah and also captured the child traffickers. They had taken the both of them to Mike's home where he had fed Hannah and cuddled her to sleep.The young girl seemed to have wanted nothing more than to cuddle in his arms, enveloped by the warmth of both silence and his heat. Whether she wanted to rest permanently or not, he did not know.But she finally fell asleep in his arms.She never would have though silence would be considered warm but there she was laying in her bed prepared to be swept away by the hope that her sleep would be filled by light.Having been kidnapped by child traffickers and had suffered under their clutches, she deserved to have a good night rest.Luckily she didn't have any serious scratches although some were visible on her body as a result of the rope that was tied so tightly around her.
Hannah stayed with Mike because she wanted to. For some reason she felt sad with him, and Mike could not understand why. She always wanted to be with him every minute and he won't deny,It makes him happy.When Susanne had offered to take her home with her, she had refused, saying she wanted to be with papa.Her papa.He still has not gotten used to the whole "papa" ordeal, but he liked it though. For some reason he felt an unbreakable connection with this little girl. Mike was glad to take care of Hannah thus, indirectly fulfilling the promise he made to her on that night.That he would never leave her.He did not have the right over here but he would always care for the little child. She was more than special to him. How she walked her way to his heart he would never know. But he would protect her, even in exchange for his life.He always takes her to school
After all he had done to save her and her daughter it finally dawned on her.She is in love with him and she canāt even believe the love was still there.He had rekindled her love for him.She closed her eyes as she tries to shake those thoughts away. Thoughts of truth.
RainierāDr. Carver, can I have a minute?ā I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesnāt stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. āDr. Carver, donāt make me pull rank, because I will.āThat makes her stop in her tracks.Thatās right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think Iām just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I donāt 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 heās an esteemed neurosurgeon whoās been in practice for several years now. I know heās my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesnāt mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesnāt give him the right to say I donāt deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldnāt have said the same thing to him. I didnāt mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though heās so rich, he wonāt do a pro bono surgery on one patient. Heās alr
RainierāTom.ā I hold my friendās gaze. āEverythingās fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.āI glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.āIs that so?ā Tom crosses his arms over his chest. āCare to share that reason with me?āāSure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. Thatās all.āTom looks at Ellis. āWell, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? Youāve been doing well until today.āāIām fine, Chief,ā Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. āWell, 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 itās 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 Iāve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while heā¦ well, I donāt want to remember that right now.My point is, itās 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 meanā¦?āSmithson,ā Dr. Carverās voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. āShould I order a crash cart?āāN-no.āShe sighs. āI know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
RainierAs soon as we step inside Ellisās apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. Iāve 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.Itās not the best lip lock. Itās clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasnāt had much practice. Either that or sheās lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe itās just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
āIāll do it,ā I tell her. āIāll sing for you.āHer eyes grow wide. āYou can sing?āI nod. āWhat song is it?āāāWhat Child Is This?'ā she answers.āI know it.āI probably know every Christmas song by heart.āYouāll bring her to the hospital?ā I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes.āSure,ā 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 āWhat Child Is This?ā start to play, I brace myself and start to sing as best as I can. I havenāt 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 Iām done singing, I hear applause but I donāt have time to
EllisāHappy Thanksgiving, Smithson.āDr. Amelia Carverās voice jars me out of my step-by-step recollection of the tonsillectomy I scrubbed in on just a few hours ago.I canāt help it. Since the first moment I stepped inside an OR, my mind has been stuck there, and until Iām actually spending most of my time there, it will be. Itās like when youāre 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, thereās 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 canāt wait to binge on surgeries, but right now, Iām 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