All Chapters of The Depth of Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

An alarm pierces through the silent hallways. I lock my computer and follow the sound to room 312. Matthew isn’t here tonight- none of the other nurses let him stay and I was here unexpectedly tonight. I check the monitor and note that it’s reading Daniel’s heart rate at an incredibly low rate. I open the side of his isolette to listen to his heart and as soon as my hand touches him, my heart drops. His skin is on fire. He has a fever. I page the on call physician, Dr. Crowe, who arrives moments later. Together we carefully examine Daniel and note his stomach is incredibly bloated. I scan over the previous shift’s chart notes and see he was not taking his feeds well and was sleepier than usual. Both of which should have raised red flags. Dr. Crowe orders X-rays which confirm our suspicions: Daniel has NEC. We also suspected an infection due to the fever. I start the IV antibiotics as soon as the pharmacy delivers them and I page the on call surgical team to prep for emergency su

The smell of strawberry and sweat fill my nostrils as the dark-skinned dancer makes her way across the stage in front of me, trying to charm me with her fluid-like movements. If it were any other night, her naked body would’ve cast a spell upon me, provoking thoughts of lust and sin. But not tonight. I truly don’t even know why I’m here other than I refuse to go back to my empty house where an empty nursery waited for a baby that would never come home. What was once a happy home was now a prison of guilt and sorrow I am desperate to escape. The loud music vibrates in my chest as the dancer takes her tip and pulls my head into her breasts, rubbing them across my face. When she pulls away, I can see the glitter on her chest shimmering under the stage lights. I’m guessing it’s now all over my face too. I’m distracted by my thoughts when out of the corner of my eye I see someone take a seat next to me. The smell of coconut and vanilla overpower the smell of strawberry from the dancer.

Water droplets glisten on her flawless porcelain skin. I wrap her in a giant, plush bath sheet before wrapping one around my waist. I want nothing more than to pick this sexy, tiny woman up and toss her onto the bed to have my way with her. Everything about her is intoxicating from the way she smells to the way she kissed me moments ago. My cock pulses with need underneath my towel. I need to taste her. I need to feel her. I need to hear her screaming my name while she comes. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bed. She feels so tiny in my arms. She’s going to be fun to throw around tonight. I set her on the bed and pull her long hair out of the bun on the top of her head. It cascades down her perfect body, almost reaching her waist. She stands up and places her hands on my chest, biting her bottom lip, and looks up at me with her bright blue eyes filled with excitement. “What are we going to do now?” She asks me, running her hands up and down my abs, stopping to trac

Matthew and I are entangled with one another again. I don’t think there’s a single place on my body he hasn’t explored this afternoon. When I returned to the hotel, I made sure I brought some necessities with me. “You’re sure about this? Have you done this before?” He asks me, reaching for the bottle of lube I picked up before I arrived. “Yes, I’ve done it. Just not with someone as well endowed as you.” “Ok, I’ll go slow.”He has already warmed me up, but he still applies extra lubricant for my comfort before applying it to himself. I lean forward and tilt my hips upward. He caresses my ass cheek before giving it a firm slap. I hiss with pleasure. He teases my tight ass with the tip of his thick cock. He reaches around and uses his fingers to rub my clit. “This will help me ease in” he says, swirling his fingers around the swollen nub. He gently slides his cock into my tight ass. A few seconds of discomfort hit me before he’s all the way inside me. “You ok, baby?” “Yeah, you fe

Watching her move around the kitchen while she cooks is like watching some sort of ballet. The food she’s cooking smells phenomenal. She brings me a glass of whiskey and we make small talk while she cooks. Her cat keeps harassing me, rubbing himself all around my ankles and meowing at me but I don’t mind. Dinner is ready and I’m hoping it tastes as good as it looks and smells. I take the first bite and I’m in heaven. The steak is tender and melts in my mouth. Everything is seasoned just right and cooked to perfection. “This is incredible! Where did you learn to cook so well?” I ask before shoveling another forkful into my mouth. “My dad, actually. I always helped in the kitchen growing up. My mom was a terrible cook. She could burn a pot of water. I really expanded my love for cooking when I moved out on my own.”“I’ve eaten at 5 star restaurants all over the world and this is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten.”She blushes and takes a sip of her wine. We finish eating and I