Doctor Feel Good: A Novel From The Be Yours Series

by Saffire, Blue

  “I won’t make my family out to be saints but we’re not plotting heinous acts in the name of Allah. Unfortunately, as an Iranian man this is what I face. My religion is just one more knock against me. I’m not naïve enough to think my children won’t have their own set of challenges. This is the world we live in.”

  “But my own father? My family is so close. I can’t imagine my child not growing up around their grandparents or their aunt and uncles and cousins,” she sniffles.

  “Who says they have to?” I place my fingers under her chin and lift her face. “I am here to take care of everything you need. If you need your family to understand the man I am, I will show them. It may take time but I’m not going anywhere.”

  I wipe away her tears before capturing her lips. I don’t deep it because I know we’re both too exhausted to do more than climb into our bed once we arrive at the house.

  “You’ve made me a lot of promises, Omid,” she says as she settles her head on my chest.

  I run my fingers through the front of her hair. “I will keep every last one.”

  Chapter 21

  Erase It Now

  Divine

  I’m so sleepy and cranky. I just want this photo shoot to be over. I’m showing and everyone has an opinion on whether I should hide it or not.

  We’ve done several outfit changes to please everyone, which is aggravating as hell and driving me insane. At the moment, I’m ready to claw someone’s eyes out and burst into tears at the same time—something I do a lot of. I’m hungry, craving a strawberry smoothie, and I want out of these clothes.

  I’m only five months, why on earth am I so big?

  I adjust the sheer top I’m wearing and roll my eyes. My boobs are ready to burst from the blue bra beneath. I swat at the puffy skirts surrounding me. They just billow back at me in a black cloud.

  “Come on, Divine. We’re almost done, honey. You look great. Give me that pretty smile,” the photographer coaxes.

  I give a cheeky smile then stick out my tongue. We have more than enough photos as it is. I’m over this. I blow a kiss at the camera as a signal that I’m done.

  “What is this?” Omid barks.

  I turn for the entrance where he’s standing with a basket in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. My mouth waters. Finally someone plans to feed me.

  “Food,” I sing and clap my hands.

  “Everyone get out.”

  “What? Omid, what the heck?”

  “Your breasts are out. What are you wearing?” he fumes.

  I brush the big curls from my face and step out of my heels. Lifting the skirts, I walk over to him. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set tight.

  “I told you we were doing a shoot today.”

  He puts down the basket and drinks on one of the tables in the photo studio. Shrugging out of his suit jacket his drapes it around me. I slap at his hands and take the jacket off. I’m hot as it is.

  “Put it on,” he bites out. Turning to the photographer he commands. “Delete everything. Don’t keep a single photo of her like this.”

  “Eric, don’t you delete a motherlovering thing. Everyone out. Do lunch or something.”

  Everyone starts to shuffle from the room. “Y’all not going to keep telling me to get out,” Terrance grumbles.

  “Shut your mouth,” Dada hisses at him.

  Omid stands before me, still glaring at my shear top. I fold my arms under my breasts. His eyes roll over me.

  “Why do you think this is okay?” he says. He makes a gesture with his hands at his temples. “My mind is blown that you thought this would be a good idea.”

  “Everything that needs to be covered is covered. It’s a glamour shoot. It will focus more on the hair and makeup.” I huff.

  “If it’s focusing on hair and makeup why is everything out,” he says waves his hands at me.

  “Babe, you’re tripping.” I scoff.

  He tugs at his hair. “You drive me nuts. I’m going to break that fucking camera, Divine. You have the pictures deleted or I swear I’m going to set that camera and the photographer on fire.”

  “Oh my God, you’re crazy.”

  I place my hands on my hips and glare up at him. He looks at me like I’m the one that has lost it. He grinds his teeth.

  “I walk into a room full of men drooling at my woman and I’m crazy? You fail to realize the effect you have on men.”

  “Three men. That’s not a room full of men.”

  “That’s more than enough,” he growls.

  “Come on, I’m huge. Nobody’s checking for me, Omid. Give me a break. You haven’t even touched me in almost two weeks,” I grumble.

  The crazed look in his eyes heightens. He storms to the door to close and lock the only way in or out of the studio. When he stalks toward me, I start to back into the table behind me.

  He grabs the top of my shirt and tears it right down the middle. I gasp but don’t get to react much further. He turns me to face the table and lifts my skirts. The sound of him ripping through my undergarments fills the room.

  Tugging my head back by my curls, he puts his lips to my ear. “You have been so exhausted by the time I arrive home that I feel like a selfish bastard when I get hard at the sight of you and want to fuck you all night. The last two nights you’ve fallen asleep on the couch waiting for me. I’ve carried you to bed to tuck you in.”

  With each word his fingers are working between my legs. I whimper when he pulls his hand away. The sound of his zipper opening fills the room. In one swift thrust, he enters my slick folds that he has primed for entry.

  “Omid.”

  “Shut up, Divine. Shut up and take this dick. No one is checking for you? I always want you. I always crave you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” he rasps harshly.

  I plant my hands on the table as he rocks into me from behind. The grip he has on my hips only heightens how good he feels inside me. His short, blunt nails are digging into my skin. My teeth are chattering.

  “Omid, oh shit, baby,” I cry.

  I suck my lower lip into my mouth. My eyes cross as he changes angles and starts to really tear it up. Omid should be certified as lethal.

  “You think men don’t look at you and want what’s mine? You’re a fucking goddess. Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he palms my belly. “And this, this makes you so fucking sexy.”

  “Babe, I’m going to come,” I yell out.

  “You better. Bana dokunmak istemediğimi söyle. You must be crazy. I always want to touch you. If I put my hands on you as much as I want, you’d think I’m the insane one.”

  I come but he doesn’t stop. He releases my belly and hip to cover my breasts with his big hands. He groans as I start to convulse and squeeze around him. My orgasm seems to last forever.

  I cry out and he slaps my ass. “What’s wrong, baby? You wanted my cock? You said it’s been two weeks. Alamaz mısın?”

  “I can take it. Damn, I can take it.”

  He chuckles darkly and buries his face in my neck. His tongue flicks out against my skin. I open my mouth but no sound comes out.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll never go that long without me touching you again,” he whispers, pulling a shiver from me.

  I might want to learn to keep my mouth shut.

  * * *

  Omid

  “Do we have an agreement?”

  She rolls her eyes while she sits on her desk with a hand on her belly, swinging her feet happily and drinking the strawberry shake I brought her. She looks stunning. The yellow sundress complements her skin.

  It took everything for me to let her up for air after fucking her in the photo studio. I was pissed when I arrived to see her in that sheer shirt and bra. I nearly lost my mind.

  She burps and gives me a cute little smile. “Excuse me.”

  “Well, do we?”

  “I will not erase them. I’ll let you see the final proofs that I plan to use. Then I’ll give you the files for your p
ersonal use,” she says and wiggles her brows.

  I growl, standing from my seat in front her to kiss her lips. I pluck one of the homemade fries from her plate and hold it to her mouth. She takes a bite and I finish the other half.

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “Take it or leave it.” She shrugs.

  I release a heavy breath and peck her lips. “Don’t forget the fundraiser tomorrow evening.”

  “Wait a minute. You’re conceding?”

  “You sound too happy. Don’t make me change my mind.”

  She scoffs. “You gave in too easy. I need to go lock that room to make sure you don’t go back in there to set it on fire.”

  I laugh. “Did cross my mind. The fundraiser, you’ll be ready by five?”

  She puts her drink down and pouts. “I don’t want to go.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. I knew she was avoiding it. I tilt my head and study her. She looks back at me pleadingly.

  “You’re gorgeous. You’ll be beautiful by my side. Stop giving me those puppy eyes. Besides, you’ll have friends there,” I say.

  “Fine.”

  I kiss her forehead. It has been harder in the last few weeks to get her to go out. She’s even reluctant to do her live recordings for social media.

  She doesn’t see how beautiful she is. She almost didn’t come to work today, trying to avoid her photo shoot. I shake my head at her.

  “Finish your lunch, grumpy pants.”

  She waves as hand at me. “I think you’re trying to make me fat. Why am I so big?” she groans.

  I smile and cover her stomach with my palms. I’ve been holding back on telling her what I think. She’s due for a sonogram at the end of the week.

  “Have you considered that you’re carry two of my babies, not just one. Did I ever tell you my baba is the youngest twin?”

  Her eyes round. “Seriously?”

  “My uncle’s sons are twins so it’s very likely you’re carrying twins as well.”

  Something in the air shifts. The wonder in her eyes falls away. She searches my eyes.

  Slowly she lifts her hand to cover them and then pulls it back and cradles it to her chest just as slowly. Her brows knit. My heart starts to pound as I watch the gears turn.

  The air is sucked out of the room as she pulls a face. She reaches to brush at my beard as if she can wipe it away. Her eyes squint.

  “It’s crazy… I don’t know why I never asked. How old are you?”

  Just then my phone goes off. I suck in a deep breath and answer. I listen to my medical assistant as Divine watches me.

  “She says she’s been spotting since this morning,” Brenda says in my ear.

  “No, no, she has reached week fourteen. Tell her to head to the hospital. We can move forward with the cerclage,” I reply to Brenda.

  “You’re the best Doc. I don’t know how you remember these details about each patient the way you do.”

  “Thanks, Brenda.”

  “No problem, Dr. O.” She hangs up.

  I look into the brown eyes staring back at me. I need to head to the hospital. This isn’t the time to drop this bomb on her.

  “I need to go. I’ll see you at home.”

  Chapter 22

  My Fiancée

  Divine

  “Hey, you,” Sephora Lincoln coos as she comes up and kisses me on each cheek. “You look amazing. I love this dress on you. Just stunning.”

  I met Sephora through Hadiyah. She’s been rebuilding my website and plans to make it more secure to keep it from being hacked. She has some great ideas to optimize my site overall. I love talking to her.

  “You look amazing,” I reply.

  She’s a curvy dark skinned woman like myself. Like Omid, she has eyes that change color. When I first met her they were honey colored. Tonight they’re a gray color with hints of honey brown. She looks like a doll baby. I wish I could get her to model some of my makeup for me.

  She’s both super smart and beautiful. The silver dress she has on hugs her curves and plays with her eyes—a nice choice for her. The theme of the party is silver and gold.

  I opted for a gold V-neck maxi dress. The other two dresses that I bought for this event wouldn’t close. I was so happy I purchased all three. I swear I’m growing by the day.

  “Good to see you, Sophi,” Omid says with a broad smile.

  “Hey, Omid.” They embrace and she kisses his cheek. “Where’s Dr. Nobi? I was hoping I’d get to say hello.”

  He looks around. Concern covers his handsome features. He shakes his head.

  “I don’t know. He was should’ve been here by now.”

  “Oh, well I’ll be on the lookout. Nick, I have someone I want you to meet,” she says to a guy that walks up next to her. He has sharp green eyes and golden brown hair. His suit fits him nicely.

  He and Omid shake hands. “Dr. Omid, how are you? Who’s this lovely creature?” He gives me a welcoming smile as he tucks Sephora under his arm possessively.

  He’s very handsome. He and Sephora make a stunning couple. They seem to move together. Like two magnets that gravitate to one another.

  “Nicholas Lincoln, meet my fiancée, Divine Favors.”

  I stiffen and look up at him. He hasn’t proposed to me. I’m not his fiancée. I’ve had this nagging feeling inside that he’s hiding something from me. I don’t think we’re anywhere near getting married.

  Hell, I still didn’t get an answer to my question. I keep getting side tracked when I go to investigate. Pregnancy brain is no joke and my insane life isn’t helping.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Divine. I’ve heard so much about you from my wife. You have a line of makeup and a few other ventures, is that right?”

  “Yes. Your wife has been such a great help with growing my online business. I can’t wait until she finishes with the website.”

  “I had some great ideas we should talk about. Give me a call next week,” Sephora says.

  A spark of excitement hits. Her ideas have been amazing so far. Everything from interactive capabilities for trying on lashes and makeup to a membership for fitness to match the products. The beta tests she’s provided are mind blowing.

  “Well look what the tide brought in. The East Coast is missing some royalty,” Nick says in a teasing tone.

  I turn to see Valentina and Tasha walking toward us with two handsome men. Handsome sexy men. They both have swag and walk as if they own the place. The blonde walking with Valentina looks dangerous, which reminds me of how I always get that vibe from her.

  I get the feeling that if we ever went out clubbing or something, Valentina and Tasha would have my back. I can always use a few ride or die chicks in my corner. I’ve taken a liking to them both and look forward to their visits.

  “If it isn’t my favorite makeup designer,” Valentina says as she pulls me into her embrace. “You look so adorable.”

  “Hey, Valentina.”

  If I look adorable, she’s straight killing it. From the gold lace dress and sparkly gold heels to the deep waves in her burgundy colored hair. Valentina is another gorgeous woman. Her blue eyes stand out against her deep brown skin color.

  “I told you to call me Val. Do we know if this is a little nephew or niece yet?”

  She gives my bump a little rub. I don’t mind it. She used to ask but I told her to stop. I love her energy.

  “We’re going to wait,” Omid says.

  “The good doctor,” Val sings and pulls Omid into a hug. She kisses each of his cheeks. “Grazie per l'auto.”

  “Prego. È stato un piacere,” he replies.

  I look between the two. It’s not the first time I’ve heard Omid speak Italian. He seems to be quite fluent.

  The blonde steps up and wraps an arm around Val’s waist. She snuggles into his side like it’s the only place she belongs. Definitely a power couple.

  “I didn’t know how to feel about that until LaSalle told me that you sent one to his wife as well. I tho
ught I was going to have to make you disappear,” he says with a hint of a smile.

  His blue eyes sparkle with dark mischief. He has an odd accent. It’s sort of like a British, Italian mix or something.

  “Oh please,” Val says and rolls her eyes. “Divine, this is my husband, Uri.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Dr. Omid, you have great taste. Beautiful woman and great choices in gifts.”

  The dark haired man with the gray eyes, standing next to Tasha snorts. “I still don’t know how I feel about the car. However, his gift to me kept me from paying him a visit.”

  His words are taunting as a smile remains on his lips. Again as I look at these couples, they complement each other so well. Not just in looks but in the auras they give off.

  “The cars were tokens of my thanks.” Omid says beside me.

  “I’m pulling your leg,” he replies. “I’m used to your family giving extravagant gifts to my wife.”

  My mind goes to the gift Omid gave Hadiyah. Does he give everyone that helps me a car? I seriously need to dig into who the father of my child is.

  I’m starting to get uneasy with all that I don’t know. We’ve been living together long enough for me to know more about him. However, our schedules sometimes don’t give us the time to sit and chat as much as I’d like. It’s like his phone knows when we’re getting ready to have a deep conversation and goes off as soon as we start.

  “Girl, you’re killing this pregnancy,” Tasha says stilling my train of thought.

  She’s dressed to impress just like the other ladies. The roman style silver dress shows off her toned curvy body and the small baby bump. She’s making pregnancy look like her day job where she’s the CEO.

  “Are you kidding me? You look amazing,” I say.

  She winks at me. “LaSalle, this is Divine. This is my husband Lasalle.”

  “Oh my God. You’re the one gifting me to the wrapped Sprinters.” I go to tug him into a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”