Chapter 6 Dead to me

*MILENA*

Mr Gustavo continued.

“Well,he is in the theater at the moment so I cannot introduce you right now.Come,let me show you where your office is and introduce you the rest of the staff that are available.”

The hospital was eight-story building with private high-quality rooms as well as a cooler of wards for those who could not afford higher-priced room.

The canteen was more like a small restaurant,the food looked and smelt good.

The staff I met were all friendly and pleasant and when they realized who I was, they were suddenly more respectful of me.

I didn’t know I was this popular in the medical field.I felt happy about that.I was making a great name for myself.

My office was a lot more than I expected.It was big and even had a window which overlooked a very pleasant view but I doubt I’d be able to look out of it much.

But all in all,I was excited about working here.I had a good feeling about this place.

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By the time I made it home,I was still in a good mood.

I made some steak and sat down to eat.

My phone beeped.

I frowned seeing that it was a text from Dante.

Dante:Babe,my flight got cancelled so I won’t be home tonight.There’s a storm and I don’t know when it’ll be over.But I’d let you know when I start heading back.

I scoffed.

I guess he didn’t know about the divorce yet or that he can’t use any of my accounts anymore.

And I knew the storm might be a lame excuse but I didn’t care.

He could go to hell and I wouldn’t bait an eye.

Being a doctor,you learn to put emotions aside so you can deal with a patient’s family,I guess this had helped me a lot during the lost of my marriage.

But I considered my marriage as losing a patient.

Dante was dead to me now.

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*ARTURO*

I have never been lucky with women.

I had been with three women officially which ended tragically.

One said that she cheated on me because I was too busy with work and I didn’t make out time for her.

The other said I was a boring guy who didn’t know how to hold conversation.

And the last one which was my recent break up was only with me for my money.

She literally turned me into a money bag.The only time she calls or texted me was when she needed money.

After that,the other women I keep meeting were all over my net worth the moment they learn that I was a successful surgeon.

I just wanted to click with someone.I have always been curious to know how you could meet someone and you and that person would fit in all areas.

I had thought I might have given up on the love thing until I met Milena.

She was such an interesting woman.My first impression of her being a snob was completely washed away.She was a doctor too.It felt so natural to eat and chat with her that day.I find myself hoping and wishing she could invite me for a meal again.

I didn’t want her to find me pesky but I just wanted to interact with her more.

I didn’t have work today so I decided to go for a swim.

There was a pool on the rooftop.I wondered if Milena knew of the pool as she had just moved in.

I could tell her about it in any case she wanted to go for a swim.

But I knew she must know of it.

Who doesn’t know the full details of any property one buys?

I guess I was just looking for an opportunity to talk to her.

I rushed upstairs,two at a time and pushed the door opened to the rooftop.

My footsteps halted seeing that someone was in there.

It was her.

The woman who had been on my mind since I met her.

Her strokes were perfect, slicing the water with ease and her body looked to sexy and sleek.

I felt the need to sit down and watch her because my legs felt so weak.

She was fascinating.

She caught sight of me and waved.

I smiled and threw my towel onto one of the deck chairs.

I waited for her to do a turn at the shallow end,before I dived in and started to swim alongside her.

She had a good pace going and it didn’t take long to join her in stroke for stroke.

Looking at her with each turn of the head,I was not at my usual pace, but her stroke rate and pace were not bad for a woman.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m not discriminating by men have more power in their strokes.

And I could easily end up ahead of her.I just didn’t adjust my stroke.

She seemed to be more comfortable around me now unlike the first day we met.