Chapter five

Eli’s POV

“What were you thinking?” I groaned as I pushed Adam off me. His face contorted with pain.

Dr. Broome stepped in and closed the door, kicking the walker out of the way.

“What happened in here?”

I got on my feet and together, we hoisted Adam off the floor. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes in pain.

“Your star hockey player thinks he knows better than trained doctors.”

“I was just trying to stand.” Adam said as he adjusted in his bed.

“I said y-y-you couldn't.” I said as that stutter snuck in again. My chest grew tight.

“I almost had it.” Adam shot back.

“You should train your ego to handle a wheelchair because you're not standing for at least two-two-two months.”

Dr. Broome tapped my shoulders. “You should take the morning off. I would handle Mr. Payne.”

I cursed under my breath and walked out of the room.

I leaned against my office door the second I shut it. My heart was still racing. Adam could have permanently injured his leg if I had not moved fast. I closed my eyes. For a man I wished dead, I was too quick in saving him. I exhaled. I only did that out of instincts and because he's my patient.

I opened my eyes and stared at my office but my mind was still in Adam's room. I replayed everything that had happened. Adam falling, my hands reaching out and both our bodies crashing to the floor.

I walked towards the coffee machine and made a cup. As I dropped on my chair, I reached for my laptop. I knew I shouldn't but I did anyway. My fingers typed quickly. Adam Payne.

The results appeared immediately. Hundreds of pictures, articles, interviews and highlight reels. I scrolled through it all until that picture from the gala.

Adam had a black tuxedo. He was in the middle of a conversation with a man and his head was thrown backwards with careless abandon. I wondered what the man must have said that made him laugh so hard.

“Seriously?” I asked beneath my breath as I shut my laptop. My chest was heaving and I pulled at the collar of my scrubs. It was suddenly too hot in here.

I grabbed my phone and searched him up on I*******m. I scrolled from one picture to another. Soon, I was at the bottom of his page staring at his first picture from ten years ago. It was the day he won the championship in high school. His father's hands were placed on his shoulders firmly. Seeing the boy who had bullied me made my stomach twist in knots.

I turned off my phone and stared at my reflection through the blank screen.

The picture of Adam’s face hanging inches away from mine came to my mind again and I felt a familiar sensation in my pants. My eyes widened as I pressed my thighs together.

This could not be happening. I reached for my cup of coffee and to my surprise it had grown cold.

I got on my feet and headed to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror for a while. I was no longer the boy they bullied in high school. I had grown.

I leaned on the sink and exhaled through my mouth. Adam's face flashed before mine again and without thinking, my hands pushed into my pants.

I was already hard in my briefs. I exhaled as my hand wrapped around my erection slowly. I closed my eyes and all I could think about was Adam’s lips inches away from mine, his blue eyes blazing with passion. He must have felt it too.

I pulled my hand across the shaft of my erection and groaned. My hand kept moving and pre-cum appeared at the tip of penis. I bit my lower lips and began thrusting into my hands.

A shirtless picture of Adam that I had seen on I*******m flashed in my head and I groaned. This was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't stop myself either. I hated that man but he had the body of a god.

I thrusted faster, my breath hitching with each move. My breathing soon became laboured as a delicious sensation crawled up my stomach.

I squeezed my eyes shut and applied some pressure to the tip of my penis. My thighs clenched and I groaned loudly as I came all over my bathroom floor. I staggered and pressed my back against the bathroom wall.

Adam Payne was going to be the end of me.