David sees Judge Carter out, and Sasha walks timidly into the room, looking confused.
“What’s going on?” she says. “I had my headphones on the whole time.”
“Oh,” I say, laughing. “Sasha, this is David Masters, my future husband…. Well, I guess he’s already my husband. But we’re getting married again.” I’m so excited that I’m talking quickly and I’m not sure I’m making any sense.
“What?” says Sasha, her mouth falling open.
“Hi,” says David. “I’m David Masters, nice to meet you.”
Sasha looks him up and down. “You’re getting married again? Seriously?”
“Yup,” I say.
David beams, and I kiss him.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Sasha. “But don’t think you’re not going to invite me to the wedding.”
“Of course you’re coming!” I say. “But it’s just going to be at the courthouse.”
“What should I wear?”
I shrug. “Just jeans.”
Sasha laughs.
David kisses me on the mouth.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Sasha, a teasing tone in her voice. “Oh, but what are we going to do about Alicia?”
“I’ll call someone to take her to rehab,” says David, grabbing his phone. “Fortunately, she’s always very happy to go. It’s being there that she doesn’t like.”
An hour later, the rehab team has come and taken Alicia away. She was all smiles.
“You’re going to pay for her rehab?” I say.
David shrugs. “It’s the least I can do,” he says. “It’s going to be better for Laura if she has her mother off of drugs. And with you in my life now, I don’t need to worry about Laura being taken away from me.”
“You’re really a changed man,” I say, teasing him.
“Not totally changed,” says David, pressing his body into mine.
We’re lying on my bed, which hasn’t been used since I moved out, and David and I are facing each other, lying on our sides.
“Let’s hope so,” I say.
I push my hand down between us and feel his hard cock, massive in his pants. “Some things are still exactly the same.”
David presses his mouth against mine. Our tongues and lips collide, practically creating sparks.
My body’s already on fire. I want him.
“Nothing like a little quality time with my wife,” growls David.
“Not your wife yet,” I say.
“Technically you still are.”
“Let’s make the best of it then,” I say. “None of this staying pure before the wedding night.”
David kisses my neck and thrusts his hard cock, still covered by his pants, into my crotch. It rubs against my clit, which is incredibly swollen.
I’m breathing shallow and fast, my breasts rising and falling.
“I want you so much, Olivia,” growls David.
“I want you too,” I say. “I want to feel your hard cock.”
We start undoing each other’s clothing, all at once. Everything is coming off, flying halfway across the room.
He pulls up my shirt, and undoes my bra in one swift motion. He kisses my nipples and cups his hands under my breasts.
I moan as he sucks on my nipples.
I try to take his pants off, or at least undo them. He tugs them the rest of the way off, lifting up his muscular legs, and throws the pants clear to the other side of the room.
Completely naked, we fall into a twisting pile of our tangled bodies, moving this way and that on the bed.
David’s on top of me, and his cock enters me, piercing my opening and plunging inside me.
He pumps his hips, thrusting into me, grinding on my clit in a way that makes me gasp.
I moan as he rides me. His body presses down onto mine and his hands cup my head like I’m the most precious thing in the whole world to him.
We come at the same moment. David grunts and I cry out, and we fall still, remaining frozen in our positions.
Olivia
“I have a surprise for you,” says David.
We’re back at his house, in his bedroom, getting ready for the court date this morning.
“Come here,” he says.
He pulls something out of his pocket. “I couldn’t let you get away with wearing that second glass ring,” he says.
He takes the first ring off my finger.
“I like it,” I say.
“Trust me, this one is better.”
And it is.
I watch as he slowly slides the engagement ring onto my finger.
It’s completely gorgeous, a massive diamond that’s cut in the most beautiful way I’ve ever seen.
“Wow,” I say, the sight simply taking my breath away. “I love it, David.”
“And what do you think of these?”
They’re wedding rings, perfect gold bands that somehow just have that something extra that the other ones were missing.
There’s a light knock on the door.
“Is that Laura?” I say.
The door opens, and Laura comes rushing in, wearing a beautiful dress.
“Olivia!” she says, running up to me and hugging me. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Laura.”
“It’s so nice to see my girls together,” says David. “Come on, we don’t want to be late for the court date.”
We all pile into the limousine.
“You sent Sasha the address, right?” I say.
“Right,” says David.
Laura won’t stop talking about dinosaurs for the whole car ride, which is fine, because I’m nervous. Even though it’s just a simple ceremony in the courthouse, this is for real and I couldn’t be more nervous. There are butterflies in my stomach and I find myself holding my breath for no reason whatsoever.
“Here we are,” says David, as the limo pulls up to the curb.
“You look ravishing,” says David, helping me out of the car.
I’m wearing a beautiful white wedding dress that David picked out for me and had rush delivered. The team of strange, almost identical women weren’t here this time, which I was very, very glad of.
“Seems like there’s a lot of people here,” I say.
“Hmm,” says David. “That’s odd. They must all be criminals or something on trial.”
“They don’t look like criminals,” I say. “They’re all dressed in formal wear.”
“Well, you know how people like to dress up for court,” says David, leading me to the courtroom.
“I thought we were just going to the office, not the courtroom.”
“Judge Carter changed it at the last minute. He said he was going to be there anyway, so I couldn’t object.”
Object? Since when does David Masters not object when he doesn’t get his way?
The closer we get to the courtroom, the more people there are… and some of them look familiar.
Suddenly, we come around a corner, and there’s a huge amount of people who jump up.
“Surprise!” they all say.
“Surprise!” yells Laura excitedly.
“Surprise, honey,” says David. “I know we talked about having just a courthouse wedding, but I wanted to give you a special courthouse wedding.”
“Surprise,” says Sasha, appearing from behind an old man, who must be one of David’s business partners. She’s wearing a beautiful bridesmaid’s gown, different from the one she wore before.
“Hey there, kiddo,” comes my dad’s sleazy voice, stepping towards us.
“Hi, Dad,” I say, beaming at everyone and everything.
“Sir, I’d like to congratulate you on picking one hell of a fine woman,” says my dad, shaking David’s hand. “I may not have always been the best dad, but, hell, I’ve done what I can.”
That makes me laugh like nothing else.
“You going to walk me down the aisle?”
“Of course! Why else would I be here?”
“To borrow money?” I say, without any rancor.
This cracks my dad up like nothing else, and he leans forward, clutching his stomach as he laughs uproariously.
“Are you ready, Olivia?” says David, beaming at me.
“More ready than I’ve ever been,” I say. “I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I know,” says David. “And I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Don’t forget me!” pipes up Laura, making us all laugh.
David leans in and kisses me, making fireworks go off in my head.
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Doctor’s Virgin
Chapter 1
Liam
“Well, that about does it,” I say, moving away from the patient on the surgery table. “He’ll be as good as new in no time.”
“You’re always so sure of yourself,” says Vivian, the nurse who unfortunately always seems to be assisting me. She’s become nothing more than a thorn in my ass recently, always trying to report me for some indiscretion or another.
I chuckle. “Well, Vivian,” I say, pulling off my gloves and dropping them in the trash cylinder. “How often have I been wrong?”
There’s nothing she can say to that, since I’m the best surgeon in the hospital, not to mention the entire city.
“I’ll be in my office,” I say, running my hands under the sink. “You can go talk to the family. I’m done for the day.”
“Administration wants to see you,” says Vivian, a nasty smirk on her face. She knows this is what I hate most, and she knows this is the way to get back at me the best she can.
“Tell them I don’t have time for their bullshit today.”
“Johnson said you’d say that,” says Vivian, her smile widening. “He said it’s imperative that you see him as soon as possible.”
“You’re just pissed because you never got to sleep with me again,” I say.
That shuts her up, and wipes the smile right off her face.
I know she’s just bitter about me slamming ass all over the hospital, laying practically every hot nurse in sight.
I chuckle to myself as I walk down to Johnson’s office. I’m on a natural high, to the point that I’m almost whistling. Even Johnson isn’t going to be able to bring me down with his usual drudgery and bullshit.
“Heard you were looking to see me, Johnson,” I say, walking in without knocking.
Johnson, who’s balding and won’t admit it, looks up from the computer he’s hunched over.
“Knock next time,” he grumbles.
“Don’t think so,” I say. “Now I’m about to hit the range. Let’s keep this as short as possible.”
Johnson sighs and shuffles some papers on his desk. He’s always overworked, always stressed, always rubbing his eyes, and always covered in dandruff.
“I don’t have all day, Johnson,” I say.
Johnson clears his throat awkwardly as he finds the paper he was looking for. He holds it up to the light, peering at it from behind his large glasses.
I can’t help but notice his big belly that his shirt crumples over as he leans over the paper.
“Wouldn’t kill you to hit the gym once in a while,” I say. “Plus, it’s not great advertising. We are a hospital after all. We’re supposed to be healthy.”
“There’s been a complaint filed about you,” says Johnson.
“Another? What’s that? Three this week? Which nurse is it from this time? I swear, once they get a taste of my cock, they get crazy with jealousy when they see me so much as talking to another nurse, let alone a patient.”
“You’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the nurses, and especially not the patients. The hospital doesn’t need another costly lawsuit.”
“I wouldn’t call it fraternizing,” I say. “Unless that’s a fancy word for fucking.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” says Johnson, wrinkling his nose at the thought of good old fashioned physical fun. That’s the kind of guy he is, scared of his own shadow, and probably his wife too.
“So what’s the deal?” I say. “You still didn’t tell me the pretty little nurse’s name who’s lodged a complaint against me.”
“It’s a malpractice suit,” says Johnson, handing me the paper.
Shit, that’s not what I was expecting.
“Malpractice? That doesn’t make any sense. Everyone knows I’m the best. Who else do these people think they’re going to go to? Who else is going to do as good of a job?”
“Just read the paper.”
I read the paper rapidly, an old trick from medical school. I taught myself to read very fast and retain almost everything. I can still quote almost verbatim the books I used in my coursework. But hell, you don’t become one of the country’s top brain surgeons without a heck of a brain yourself.
“This is total bullshit,” I say.
I might sound pissed off, but I’m not angry. It takes a lot to set me off. Instead, I’m just mildly amused.
“What are you going to do about it?” says Johnson, for once looking me right in the eyes.
“What am I going to do about it?” I say. “I don’t think that’s the right question, Johnson. You’re the administration. It’s your job to deal with this shit.”
“I’m not the one running around doing whatever the hell I feel like,” says Johnson.
I stare at him for a moment. I feel like punching him right in the jaw, but I’m not going to. It’s more paper work than it’s worth, especially for a guy as insignificant as Johnson.
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket.
“Hang on, Johnson,” I say. “I’ve got to take this.”
He goes red in the face, full of anger and frustration. “When you’re in my office, you…”
But I don’t bother listening to what he has to say.
“Hello?” I say, picking up the phone without looking to see who it is. I walk out the door, letting it fall back with a loud noise, leaving Johnson sitting there red in the face and furious. Anyone, even a telemarketer, is worth my time more than Johnson is.
“Liam? It’s John.”
It’s my old friend, John Smith. What a ridiculous name. Too simple. It almost sounds like a joke. But that’s what he was born with, and in his time he was a hell of surgeon. He’s been retired for a few years now, but once in a while we get out to the golf course together. Although, come to think of it, it’s been at least a year since I’ve even heard from him. That’s the way it goes with friends sometimes, they seem to drift away into the spiral of time, no matter what you try to do. Myself, I don’t try to hold onto anyone.
“What’s good, John?” I say, checking out the pert and plump ass of a passing nurse. I’ll never get tired of the way the scrubs look on those nurses. In my opinion, it’s one of the huge perks of the job, worth more than pensions or whatever crazy stock options they dream up as incentive.
Me? I’m in it for the nurses. And I’ll never admit it to anyone, but I like helping people. Nothing gives me quite as much of a thrill as slicing out just the right part of the brain, allowing the poor patient to get on with their life in a way they couldn’t have done without me. It still amazes me not how good I am at my job, but how bad the other surgeons are at theirs. I can’t figure it out. Sometimes it seems like John and me are the only competent surgeons in the whole area, and he’s retired. So he’s not much use to the patients now.
There’s a silence on the other end. My thoughts run fast, but not that fast.
“What’s going on, John?” I say. “You’re not saying anything.”
“Do you think we could meet somewhere?” says John. “I’ve got something I need to talk to you about.”
“Ehh,” I say. “That sounds like a whole thing. I’m not into it.”
“Come on, Liam. I need your help… It’s important.”
“Just spit it out then,” I say. “I’m just getting off work, and I’m about to g
et out and enjoy myself, if you know what I mean.”
John chuckles weakly.
“You know me,” I say, chuckling along with him. But his laughter sounds forced and fake. I wonder what is going on with him. Normally, he’s jovial and laughs at life just as much as I do. “Anyway, John. Just spit it out. You know me, nothing fazes me.”
The door to my Porsche in the hospital garage opens automatically. The key in my pocket activates a sensor that unlocks the door and starts the car for me.
I press my foot down onto the perfectly weighted clutch, pull the shifter into reverse, pressing down on the knob to do so, and let the engine roar as I back up.
“It’s just that… I’m having problems with my daughter, Mia.”
“What’s that, John?” I say, barely able to hear him with the windows down and the engine roaring as the guard at the ticket booth waves me through without checking my ticket. I’m out on the open street now, already passing a slowly moving minivan. My view is that I work hard and play even harder, and I don’t like things that get in the way of my work or play.
“You met her a few years ago at the club once, Mia.”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “I remember her. What’s going on with her? How old is she now? She need a recommendation to get into college or something? You know my signature works magic with those Ivy League schools.”
“It’s not that, Liam,” says John. “But I appreciate it. She had to drop out of college in her first semester.”
“Too much partying, eh?” I say, laughing. “She took a page out of the old man’s book, I see.”
“It’s not like that,” says John, sounding serious enough that I finally roll up the windows to hear him better, even though I love the feeling of the open air on my skin. “She has this rare medical condition. We don’t know what it is.”
Rare medical condition, eh? That catches my attention. There’s nothing I like more than a good puzzle.
“She’s allergic to everything. It’s gotten so bad that she simply faints when she goes outside. She’s been in her old childhood bedroom for a whole year now.”
“She hasn’t come out in all that time?”
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