Chapter 6: Richard’s pOV

Doctor Gabriel came inside his office a few minutes after Annabel ran out. The way her body responded to my touch... I raised the two fingers I had used to finger her pussy, brought them down to my nose, and sniffed them before putting them inside my mouth.

“Ah, Mr. Anderson, were you able to talk to Annabel?” Doctor Gabriel asked, looking at me strangely. I removed the fingers from my mouth and nodded.

“We had a pleasant conversation indeed,” I said, smiling. “Tell me everything you know about Annabel and her brother.”

“There’s not much about her and her brother. Their father abandoned them a few months after their mother died, and they have been fending for themselves since then. Annabel is really a strong girl,” Doctor Gabriel said.

What sort of a heartless father abandons his children a few months after his wife’s death? I muttered to myself.

“Where is their father now?” I asked again curiously.

“He’s living with his new family. And one more important thing,” Doctor Gabriel said, removing his glasses. “I heard that Annabel’s mother was from a rich family, and she was also rich. She left her two companies and a few properties for Annabel and Daniel. But their father took everything and sent them to the orphanage. He’s living large with his new family now.”

“Now tell me, Richard. How do you know Annabel?” Doctor Gabriel asked curiously. “Were you the one that gave her the money for her brother’s surgery?”

I nodded, smiling at him.

“Woah, since when has Richard Anderson the billionaire cared about girls in distress?”

I smiled. “Since the day Annabel bumped into me,” I replied. “When will her brother be discharged?”

“His condition is stable now, so there’s no need for me to keep him here anymore,” Doctor Gabriel said.

“That’s good. Where do she and her brother stay?”

“They stay in a one-bedroom apartment.”

I nodded. I have gotten all the information I needed to track down Annabel when they leave the hospital. I looked at the fingers that I had used in her pussy earlier, brought them down to my nose, and smelled them again.

“Why do you keep smelling your fingers? Do you need disinfectant?” Doctor Gabriel asked curiously.

“Forget about disinfectant—I don’t think I will wash these fingers today,” I said, smiling. Then an idea struck me. Doctor Gabriel is very close to Annabel and her brother; I was sure he could help me persuade Annabel to take the job offer in my company.

“I need you to convince Annabel to agree to my job offer. She lost her job at the hotel. And if you are able to convince her, I will invest ten million dollars in your cancer research project,” I said.

“What! Are you serious right now, or are you joking with me? She’s still in college, and you know that the Anderson Group only hires top graduates from Ivy League universities.”

“You know I don’t joke about such things. I want her.” I brought out my checkbook and wrote him a check for five million dollars. “Here, take this. When she finally joins my company, I will give you the rest.” Doctor Gabriel snatched the check from me, his eyes bulging as he looked at the figures over and over again. Then he folded it and put it inside his bag.

“I will definitely convince her,” he said, smiling. “So tell me, have you fallen in love with Annabel?”

“Love? I scoffed. Oh, come on, you know I don’t do love. She’s just fun to be with, and besides, I really need a new secretary, and she really needs a job, so we’re helping each other.” Alright, enough of the questions—just make sure you do the job I paid you for. You have only one week to convince her.

“Come on, man, one week is too short. What if she gets another job offer in that one week, or the hotel decides to call her back?” Doctor Gabriel asked.

“Don’t worry about that—I will make sure no company in America hires her.” I stood up and walked out of his office. I had a strong urge to see Annabel again before I left the hospital, so I went to her brother’s ward. I stood outside the door, looking at them. Annabel was feeding her twin brother food like he was a kid, while he played with his phone. She really does love her brother a lot, I said to myself. Her brother saw me standing by the door and signaled to keep quiet. He smiled at me and continued pressing his phone.

I stared at Annabel's back for a while as the memory of that night came flooding back into my memory. I felt bad for taking advantage of her helplessness the way I did, but there was something special about her. After the accident that left me impotent, I had not been able to have an erection with any girl no matter how hard I tried—it was a secret only me and Doctor Gabriel knew about. I was shocked that a single touch from Annabel—after ten years—and I couldn't control myself, and ever since, I have been craving her body. I remembered how vulnerable and naive she was on top of that counter as I took her virginity. Her pussy tightly clenched my cock, a wild sensation I have never felt before. The taste of her succulent breasts in my mouth. My whole body was full of red marks, finger marks precisely, the next morning.

I turned away from the door, my mind racing with a mix of guilt and insatiable desire. Annabel's innocence had awakened something in me that I thought was long dead—a sexual hunger that no amount of wealth or power could satisfy—and now I want her all to myself. I dialed my assistant, Marcus, who answered on the first ring.

"Mr. Anderson, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Block any job offers for Annabel Thompson," I ordered, my voice low and commanding. "Hotels, retail, anything. Make sure no one in this city hires her without my say-so, or else they will be in my black book. And get me her address discreetly."

"Understood, sir. It will be done within the hour."

I hung up, a smirk playing on my lips. One week was more than enough time for Doctor Gabriel to work his magic. Annabel would be mine, one way or another. As I walked out of the hospital, the scent of her still lingered on my fingers. As I climbed into my sleek black Mercedes, the engine purring to life, and sped off into the city, I was already plotting my next move.