My OB-GYN My Undoing

I woke up on Tuesday morning to Elias sliding his hands all over my hips possessively even though he was still asleep. Like he was checking to make sure I was still there, still his. “Stay home today,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “Work can wait.”I tried to ignore that uneasy feeling I had about Elias. But that feeling always finds a way to come back to my mind.Forcing a smile, I carefully twisted myself away from him. “Deadlines, Elias. You know how it is.He propped himself on one elbow, his freckled chest was bare, his beautiful golden hair was scattered from sleep. At thirty one, he still looks handsomely tall, tanned skin and with eyes that promise the whole world only if you follow the rules. His rules.“No problem,” he said, tracing my collarbone with his thumb. “But wear the blue dress. The one I picked for you.”Ugh, here we go again I thought. Rolling my eyes in my mind.He kissed my forehead softly, it was a seal of ownership. Th

“You shouldn’t be here, Miss Wren,” he repeated.The plates slipped off from my fingers and shattered on the floor, porcelain shards were scattered everywhere. Alaric didn't even flinch, He just stepped closer, the broken pieces sticking under his well polished shoes.He was close until I felt the heat of his body more than the warm kitchen lights. I opened my mouth to say something. But no sound came out.His eyes went to my lips, it lingered there for sometime then returned to my eyes.“I said you shouldn't be here,” he repeated, this time more softer and tender. “But here you are.”Behind us, we heard laughter from the balcony. Elias’s voice was the loudest and more bright. It was louder than everyone else's voice there.Alaric clamped his jaw together. He walked past me to set the stack of plates on the counter.His arm brushed my waist, it was a deliberate act, a slow drag that made my breath hitch.“I can explain….” I started.“No.” He held my wrist, his thumb pressing the exa

I ran barefoot to the hospital looking disheveled. I ran down the hospital corridor, the linoleum cold on my feet. The pendant on my neck swung widely.The ER smelled of hospital bleach and fear. A nurse barely looked up before pointing to Bay 3. I pushed the curtain aside.Elias sat on the gurney, he was shirtless, a butterfly bandage wrapped on his left eyebrow. A purple bruise is on his ribs.He looked up at me, tired but alive, and gave me that crooked boyish grin.“Hey, babe.” His voice was hoarse but steady. “I told them not to call you. It’s just a fender bender.” My knees nearly gave out. “You are listed as my emergency contact too, remember?” I stepped closer, my eyes raking all over him, checking if he was alright . “Are you sure you are okay?”“It’s just a minor concussion, and a couple of cracked ribs. Niko’s discharging me in the morning. He said trying to sound casual but the edge in his voice gave him away.He reached for my hand, then he winced. “Come here.”I went,

The next morning, sunlight slipped through the window blinds and spilled across my face. I blinked awake to find Elias already watching me, his expression unreadable.“You really don’t have to go in today,” he said softly. “Just stay home.”“I can’t,” I told him, forcing a small smile. “I have work.”He studied me for a long moment, his jaw tight, like he wanted to argue. Eventually, he just nodded.It took a few more quiet words before he let me go. Then he picked out clothes for me and sat down watching me get dressed.I dressed quickly, feeling his gaze follow me, and left for work.The office was alive with the usual office noise. Phone ringing, keyboards tapping, the espresso machine hissing like it was tired of staying there.I sat on my desk, my laptop screen glowing faintly. My inbox was a mess with dozens of emails demanding my attention, but none of them mattered. Not today.I typed: Stone Medical Innovation Fellowship 2013 donor records.The company's database was a maze of

I got up the next morning, took my bath and got dressed. I reheated the lasagna and ate it standing by the counter, like I was going through motions.The lasagna was heavy in my stomach, like it didn't want to digest.Elias was sprawled on the couch, with a half full wine glass in his hands. The certificate is on the coffee table, it was placed in a way that it looks like a trophy.“Look at you,” he said, his voice too sweet to be real. “Little Isola Wren, hand picked by daddy's check book.”He tapped the glass, his eyes on me. Twenty one and already part of the family portfolio.I stood in the kitchen door, my hands crossed under my breasts. Making them go a little higher.“It was a grant.”“Grants don't come with personal memos.” He then took the certificate and turned the page over, his thumb traced Alaric's signature like he owns it.“He wrote your name like he was signing a contract. For Isola Wren and others. Cute.” He smiled wickedly. “Guess you were the star of the show.”I w