ONE SHADE OF SIN

CONNOR

"That will be all," I said, observing the faces of the doctors I'd be working with for my next surgery through the screen of my monitor.

It didn't seem like any of them had any doubt about or counter opinion on the surgery arrangement and schedule.

"We look forward to working with you," one of them, the only one I've never met before, spoke.

"The pleasure is all mine. I hope we give this our best as the profession has taught us to uphold," I added, already putting away my documents and glasses.

"Goodnight, then," I said finally, waiting a little longer until everyone had dropped out of the call.

The doorbell dinged at the same time I pushed the button of my monitor off.

I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was a bit surprised, but then again, it could be security.

The loud ring of the door bell blared across the sitting room again as I made my way towards the door from my home office.

Punching the door monitor to live, the face that stared back at me got my knees buckling weakly into themselves.

Lola.

What was she doing here?

No. Not that.

How did she find out I lived here?

Through the screen of the door monitor, I examined her face, just to be sure she was alright and this wasn't some sort of emergency reach out.

She looked fine. Kind of nervous too, because of the way she was staring at the door.

Taking in a deep breath, I turned the knob of the door and opened up.

"Hi, Dr. Connor," she said with all smiles, putting up her right hand in a small wave at me.

"Uhm, come in. I wasn't expecting you, and I don't do so great with surprises, sorry."

"No, I understand completely. I would have been fine without an apology, sincerely. I was out there thinking you had gone to bed."

I had locked the door after her and was trailing slowly behind her as she walked towards the sitting room with the confidence of someone that was visiting for the tenth time and so didn't need any guidance to find their way.

We made it to the sitting room and I watched her sink into one of the soft sofas, stretching out her legs in front and gently massaging a side of her neck.

I was still standing in front of her, clueless on what to say or do next.

My palms were sweaty, and my entire body ran tense.

"How are you?" I finally spoke, taking a seat directly opposite of her.

"Oh, I am shocked, but happy, maybe," she answered, straightening her posture to face me.

"I heard everything you said over the phone last night," I replied, making an effort to start a conversation that would distract me from how I was beginning to feel inside.

For some reason, I couldn't help but notice the tiniest details in the woman suddenly sitting across me on a random evening — how her hair looked loose like she hadn't paid it any attention in the last couple hours, the tiredness hidden behind her eyes and how her body shifted to my last words.

"Yes, Eddy has been acting strange. I don't know if I should be worried," she replied, her eyes fluttering away from my face to her hands which were folded against her laps.

I swallowed.

"Was this what you came here to tell me?" 

"I was at the baking school today. It was hectic, but I decided to drop by the hospital and I was told you had gone home."

My eyes widened in an obvious confusion as to how she was able to find my house given her explanation.

"Your secretary gave me your home address," she finished.

"Claire did?" 

"Who's Claire? Oh, yes. Claire. She did."

"Okay," I exclaimed, nodding my head, my mind wandering into space, making up my own reasons as to why she had come.

"Connor!" 

Her voice was soft, gentle and delicate, like permission to embrace my imaginations.

"Can I ask for a hug?"

My heart skipped a beat, my thoughts doubling up and finally seeking solace with only the memories of the things that didn't confuse me — amongst them, Lola had not just asked for a hug in the confines of the silence of my sitting room.

She wasn't joking. 

She just sat there, staring pleadingly at me, probably hoping I'd make the first move to pull her hair back and slid across her neck with my face.

Maybe I would have been able to escape the prison of my own imaginations, but she was sitting right in front of me, her bre*sts puffy through the cotton dress that hugged her shape like satin under the influence of wind and water, and the skin of her neck which was only a proportion visible through the chunk of hair surrounding it.

I moved before I was able to stop myself.

Helping her up, I pushed my short hair back — an act of anxiety, the same exact time she did hers.

And then, our lips plucked into each other, our tongues rolling against themselves.

We blew, sucked and devoured each other like it was the only thing we wanted to do for the rest of our lives and we were trying so hard to prove that point.

The thrill of finally having Lola was too much to handle at a time, so my body revolted — I gagged hard.

I needed a second, but breaking the moment was the last thing I wanted to do.

I tried to take quick breaths, Lola came at me again with an energy I had never experienced with her, tugging my collars tight and pulling me hard against herself, the tenderness of her skin melting into my hard desires.

My fingers twitched as I grabbed her throat. Very careful to stay gentle, I pushed her head off me leaving me staring at the plump of her wet, hungry lips, slightly parted...F*ck!

I went back in with the intensity of a man intoxicated by the lack of control of his own desires.

"Ouch!" she muffled, jerking out slightly.

"I'm sorry...," I returned, the last part of the "sorry" getting lost in my hot breathing, the odd taste of blood dissolved in saliva spreading across the flatness of my tongue.

I couldn't stop.

I didn't care about the questions I initially had — Why she wasn't home at the time and what she told Eddy.

I just knew one thing — I wouldn't want to spend the night without her.