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IANI watch as my phone goes off with card expenses.Pushing my glasses back, I pick up my phone and notice it's a purchase of a crazy amount of Cotton and other stuff.A smile stretches my lips as I lean back against my chair. It's been a month since I started bringing her to work so I can protect her. I could have left bodyguards for her and let her do what she wants but the fuckers have let her get Kidnapped twice. I changed my entire staff leaving only Mable and Anderson. I would have fired him too but she is too used to him. So I let him off with a final warning. She's been spending my money trying to find solutions to the tasks given to her. Though I must say, I'm pretty impressed with how quick she's gotten a hang of things. She's able to run errands and help without much trouble. Which is a thorn on my side because it means I won't get lapdances for being her Savior.The door opens and she walks in with Rocco and Kade following behind with a number of shopping bags.“You c
SLOANE I leave Ian’s office with the list in one hand… and the ghost of his kiss still on my lips.My heart is still pouring from all the adrenaline like someone cracked open my chest and let everything spill out. It's not beating calmly anymore. It's pounding loud and wild.I hate how he does that to me.How one look from him, one teasing smirk, has me forgetting how to breathe. How he makes anger and desire feel like the same thing.I’m slowly starting to forget why I ever wanted to keep my distance in the first place.It’s in the way he teases me, touches my hair, and wants to kiss me every time he sees me that has me weak. When I woke up, he could barely look at me, but now so much has changed I don't even remember what it feels like not to be touched by him. Somehow, somewhere between the late nights and the messy fights and the heat of his touch… I think I’m starting to want us to be more than we already are.God help me, I think I’m falling for my husband.The pediatric tra
SLOANE I head toward room six, ignoring the burn of Lian’s glare on my back. The hallway is quieter on this end, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. When I push the door open, I’m greeted by a nurse organizing supplies and a woman in a lab coat tapping something into a tablet. She has short black hair with silver strands showing her age. Her face is fixed in a concentrating gaze, and I hesitate stepping in.Attached to her lab coat is an ID with the name Dr. Grant Mariana.Dr. Grant doesn’t look up right away.“Hi Dr.Grant. I was told to-”“Take that cart,” she cuts me off, still typing. “We’re short on meds for the east unit. The kids in 6B need fresh IVs, pain meds, and saline. You’ll find the med room down that hall, past the red door.”“But I have no-”“Qualifications. Yes, I heard. But you're here to help, and since you're now working in the hospital, I trust you can pick up a few medications. No?”“Ahh..yes..I guess so.”It's not like I'm administering them.“Good
SLOANE One: I'm late.Two: I'm lostThree: My legs are still shaking from how hard the orgasm hit me.“Sloane?” A familiar voice calls me, and I turn. I smile as I come face to face with Tyson. He looks dashing in his white dust coat with the stethoscope around his neck. “Ty!” I smile as he gives me a side hug. “I honestly didn’t think I'd see you again. Seeing how we left things the other night.” He waves me off, “Your husband did try to get me transferred, but I recently moved here, so Dr. Quinn Snr thankfully rejected it. He said a transfer is only possible after three months. I'm pretty sure he'll move me by then.” He laughs, and guilt grips me.I had a feeling. But if Ian's dad rejected it, it means Tyson is also from money and connections. Otherwise, not even the Snr Doctor would have heard about this transfer. Right after our hot session in the car park, he called Anderson and asked him to come home immediately. My guts told me this was that urgent thing he told him he nee
IANI watch as my wife grabs my aunt’s wrist midair, stopping the slap she thought she could land on me.Not that I was going to let it reach my cheek.But I can’t help the smile I’m fighting off when I see Sloane, in oversized scrubs and white sneakers, standing there like a goddamn queen threatening the most feared woman in my family.My aunt, Dr. Mei Quinn, who refused to take her husband's name when she got married since it apparently doesn't hold enough power, doesn’t scare easily.Hell, she doesn’t flinch. Not at bullets, blood, or billion-dollar lawsuits. She is a selfish greedy bitch who will do anything to have everything under her name. Except, I'm her hindrance and it makes her so angry.There’s a twitch in her jaw as she tries to yank her wrist from Sloane’s grip without looking weak.Sloane doesn’t budge.Her hand stays firm, steady and her expression doesn’t crack.And fuck, it’s so hot I almost forget what's happening so I can take her right against my wall.Sloane final
SLOANE “You're late, Silver. Care to tell me why?” A deep voice I wasn't expecting stops me in my tracks. I'm using Ian's office since I don't have my own, and it makes my life easier since he has so much space you can fit in three offices here. I was hoping he's in surgery, but I guess my hope went to shit considering the glare he's hitting me with right now. I blink, slowly turning to face him, with the most fake smile I can muster on my face,“It's only been a few minutes, Husband. Do you miss me already?” I arch a brow, keeping my tone light.Ian doesn’t smile.He just shuts the door behind him, and the soft click sound somehow sounds louder than it should.His gaze drags over me, starting from the messy bun I threw together in Athena’s car mirror, down to my tight pencil skirt that definitely violates at least three hospital rules. He stops at my legs, and his jaw ticks.“I asked you a question.”“And I heard it,” I say, dropping my bag onto the leather chair that isn’t mine.