SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS: AN EXTRA STEAMY COLLECTION

CHAPTER ONE: THE APPOINTMENT

ANNA'S POV

I sat in the hospital's waiting room, my heart beating loudly in my chest, palms sweating as my vision felt hazy.

Why was I nervous? I didn't even know the answer to that question.

My husband Tom, was seated close to me, on his phone as usual, tapping away. Not even paying attention to me.

I didn't want to be here, he dragged me here, insisting we needed a solution to our childlessness.

“The fault is with you, Anna.” He said last night. “ I've gone for checkups and tests and the doctor said there's nothing wrong with me."

We've been married for four years now, and I haven't gotten pregnant even once, not even a miscarriage.

A nurse walked up to us, a smile in place as she addressed us. “Mr and Mrs Goldberg. Dr Marcus Hale is ready to see you both.”

We stood up as Tom led me by my hand towards the doctor's office.

I tried to shake off the nerves racking my body.

Gosh, Anna. It's just a consultation not a torture show.

Tom knocked once, and a deep baritone voice said, “Come in.”

He pushed the door and in we went. Immediately, my eyes came into contact with the doctor, I froze.

Oh my God.

No.

This can't be happening.

I knew that face, even after all this time. I still dreamt of him when I closed my eyes at night.

Dr Marcus Hale was seated behind his desk, looking even more handsome than I remembered. Broad-shouldered with his smouldering blue eyes fixed on me as if he could see into my soul.

Last year, was the worst year in my marriage. Tom was always absent from home, giving flimsy excuses about work taking up his time.

I was so lonely and frustrated. I decided to go to a bar that night to drink my sorrows away. One drink turned to two, then more.

And then came a charming stranger, Marcus. We talked for hours, with him telling bad jokes that were funny nonetheless.

His attention was on me that whole night; he listened to me and paid attention to details.

It happened in a flash, and I knew what I was doing. I tried talking myself out of it.

I was a married woman for God's sake. But I didn't care at that moment. A kiss turned into more, and then we found ourselves in the bar's bathroom.

My panties were on my knees while he shoved his thick, veiny cock in and out of my neglected pussy.

Our chemistry was insane, he turned my body inside out, something that Tom couldn't do for years.

I cheated on my husband, and I swore it wouldn't happen again.

But now, the universe was playing a sick mind game with me. Here he was, my soon-to-be gynaecologist and my husband's close friend.

Dr Marcus cleared his throat as he stood up, eyes still fixed on me, extending a hand to Tom.

“Good to see you, Tom.” He greeted, finally taking his eyes off me.

“Good to see you too, man. I told my wife that you're the best.” Tom said, looking at me, as I tried to school my features.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Dr Hale.” I shook the hand he offered. Sparks zipping down my spine, his grip firm.

I pulled my hand quickly, as I took my seat, avoiding those beautiful eyes of his.

Dr Marcus flipped open a notebook to take some notes.

I'm really trying to rein in my thoughts but just looking at him made my thighs clench hard.

“So, you both have been trying to conceive for six months now?” He began, tapping on his pen.

“Eight months.” Tom quickly corrected. “We've tried everything and nothing seems to be working.”

Marcus's eyes drifted back to me. Eyes roaming my cleavage, my nipples hardening under his stare.

“So, Anna, have your monthly cycles been constant?”

“Yes, they have. I have a 32-day cycle with the occasional cramps." I replied, my mind drifting to how he made my pussy full with his cock that night.

With that weapon between his legs, he could probably fuck my period into coming earlier.

Snap out of it.

“That's good. It shows that you're fine in that aspect. The most important question is about your sex lives.” He paused, eye moving to Tom and then back to me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my core spasmed.

What would Marcus think if he knew that I had been faking orgasms for Tom?

My face scorched red at the thought.

The only pleasure I felt was when I did it myself, and the last orgasm I had from a man was from the doctor sitting right across from us.

“Our sex lives are fire. I'm a stallion in bed. Isn't that right, Anna?” Tom asked as he turned to me.

If only he knew.

Tom was selfish in bed always chasing his own pleasure. Once he came, he didn't care anymore, just rolled over and slept like a log of wood.

I was about to answer with a lie when Tom's phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.

He pulled it out, glancing at it with a frown on his face. “It's work, I have to take this. I'll be right back.”

He quickly stepped out of the office, the door shutting behind him with a loud click.

I turned back to Marcus, my heart beating like it wants to fall out of my chest.

He got more comfortable in his chair, squaring his shoulders, those intense eyes on me.

A smirk took over his face as he spoke.

“You remember me, don't you?”