Clint Covington is a secret mafia but a sexy neurosurgeon to the public and he is looking for no relationships except the casual hookups. He had businesses he handled secretly from the public except that everyone knew he had several big hospitals.
His house phone rang at 10:33 p.m. on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. The high-pitched sound yanked Clint Covington attention away from the television screen and the football game he’d carved out time to watch live, no distractions.Who would be calling at this hour?The hitch in his breath was born out of a hidden fear he kept tucked deep inside his soul. When his parents were killed in a fatal car crash, Clint had been the first to get the news. As the oldest of four, he had to identify the bodies, to inform his three younger siblings and to handle all the funeral arrangements.He’d completed each task without hesitation, and had been forced to repeat an eerily similar process a year and a half ago when another deadly car accident had taken his fiancée.The incessant ringing continued.Like a shock wave, old memories rippled across new. Clint’s previously easy, relaxed mood spiraled into something darker.He debated ignoring the call. Few people had his home number , and any medical emergency would either go to his answering service or come through on his cell phone.The ringing stopped.Banishing unwanted memories and the emotions they brought, Clint sat back to enjoy the game. The Bronco were about to score a touchdown.The ringing started up again.Clint’s gut took a hard roll. Surely the Lord wouldn’t deal him another blow, wouldn’t make him suffer through another unexpected goodbye. He’d had enough sorrow for one lifetime. He put the game on mute, then made the short trek from living room to kitchen.The sound of doggy toenails clicking on the tile floor alerted him that his treasured black orbit had followed him. He patted Orbit on the head and then glanced at the caller ID.Jennifer Armstrong. Clint’s gut took another hard roll, for an entirely different reason this time.His neighbor was one of the few women in town he tended to avoid, for reasons he didn’t want to explore tonight. Or ever.Since Jennifer also made a habit of avoiding him as well, he figured whatever had incited her to call the house—twice—on the landline—had to be important.He snatched up the telephone receiver. “Clint speaking.”A short, tense pause sounded on the other end of the line, followed by a weary female sigh. “ Why haven't you been answering your phone ? .”“Hello to you, too, Jenny.”She sighed again, the sound filled with frustration. “ Please can you come over or not ?”“No. I am busy .”“That’s unfortunate.”Something in her voice put Clint on alert. He could practically feel Jennifer’s agitation coming through the phone. Both his younger brothers were doctors. But where Clint was a primary care physician and Brody was working for Doctors Without Borders, Ryder specialized in emergency medicine.If she was calling him this late at night...“Talk to me, Jenny. What’s going on?”“I need your help.”Four words Clint never expected to come out the woman’s mouth, at least not directed at him.Something must be seriously wrong. “Are you hurt?”“It’s not me. It’s Sandra. She’s really sick and I don’t know what to do. Should I take her out in this weather, to the ER waiting room, or do I hold off, pray it’ll go away? I’m really, really worried.”She was also rambling. Another first.Clint mentally sorted through her words, stopping on an unfamiliar name. Sandra . Who was Sandra ? His mind went blank. Then he remembered the little girl who had moved in with Jennifer over the holiday weekend. He didn’t know the whole story, only that Jennifer was the child’s legal guardian for an indefinite amount of time.“What’s wrong with her?”“She’s complaining of stomach pain.”In full doctor mode now, Clint digested this piece of information. “Any vomiting?”“Just once, about an hour ago.”“When did she last eat?”“Around six.”He checked his watch, did a mental calculation between regular dinner hours and now. “What did she eat?”“A hamburger, fries, oh, and a cinnamon roll. I know they aren’t the healthiest choices, but she starts school tomorrow and I took her to the mall to buy her some new clothes. You might think it’s odd I’m putting her in school two weeks before Christmas break, but I wanted her to meet other kids before—”He cut her off. “Hold up. Does she have a fever?”Jennifer blew out a loud hiss. “I checked it right before I called your cell phone. The thermometer said 99.7 degrees. Can you... Clint , please, can you come over and look at Sandra ?”On my way.” He hung up the phone and headed for the mudroom just off the kitchen.Orbit trotted past him and took up position at the back door, a hopeful expression in his coal-black eyes. Normally, Clint would indulge the dog. He and the black Lab had been through a lot of hard times since Clint rescued the animal during his tour in Afghanistan.“Sorry, buddy, you can’t come with me.”Orbit whined, the sound pitiful and well honed from years of conning Clint .“Hang tight, old boy. This shouldn’t take long.” Clint scrubbed the animal’s face between his hands. “I’ll let you out when I get back.”The dog’s ears drooped, but he obediently lowered himself to his haunches and rested his chin on his paws.Clint grabbed his coat and trod through the three inches of snow that had fallen throughout the day. He didn’t have far to go. The backyard of Jennifer’s childhood home spilled into his. They had that in common, both living in the houses they’d grown up in, having inherited them from their parents. Clint, after his had died. Jennifer , after hers had moved to Arizona.Only that he only stayed in his father's house when he needed space from his guards and other heavily things that came with his wealth .He was on her back stoop, stomping snow off his boots, when the door flung open. “What took you so long?”Since she sounded like a terrified new parent, he forgave her for her rudeness. “Came as fast as I could.”“Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”Holding his tongue, again, he climbed the steps. As was becoming a habit whenever they were up close and personal, he reminded himself this was Jennifer . Once upon a time she’d been just another skinny kid hanging out with his younger sister.Despite growing into a beautiful woman with long, gorgeous red hair, amazing green eyes and a figure that jealous peers had once compared to Jessica Rabbit’s, Jennifer was still that same annoying girl Clint tolerated because she was his sister’s BFF. He remembered how she started hating on him . It all started when his sister told him Jennifer said she loves him and he had immediately rebuffed her instead .Except, lately, things had changed between them. Their relationship was morphing into something new, something charged with tension and awkward pauses. The initial shift had started nearly a year ago, right after she’d left her big-city life in New York and settled back in Colorado.Clint moved deeper in the house.The inevitable kick in his gut came right on schedule, as it always did whenever his gaze locked with Jennifer’s. Tonight, the sensation hit him hard. It wasn’t an altogether awful feeling, kind of reminded him of danger-induced adrenaline.Precarious territory. “Where’s the patient?”“Her name is Sandra.”“Right.” Clint shed his coat, tossed it on a nearby bench. “Where is she?”“Upstairs in her room.”Clint recognized the panic in Jennifer’s voice, which was mirrored in her wide, almond-shaped green eyes. Her long, wavy hair was also disheveled, as if she’d dragged both hands through the now tangled strands more than a few times.At the obvious signs of her distress, everything in him softened. He gently touched her sleeve. “I’m here, Jennifer. I’ll take care of the child.”She drew in a few unsteady breaths, her legendary hostility toward him diminishing with each exhale. “I... I believe you.”He dropped his hand. “One last question before I have a
Genevieve arrived at where she had to shoot the next day.She had the day planned already as she had lot to achieve that day . She needed to go to Belinda book signing which she still wasn’t sure of attending , shop for clothes she needed on her trip , book her flight and lastly give Daniel Godson her boss ,notice of her movement before she leaves work too." ohhh Nash ." she grumbled when she remembered she still needed to see him before she traveled , at least to tell him the truth about how she feels towards him ." Miss. Newton ,the boss will like to see you ."she smiled at the thought of the word boss , her use to be lover before her friend Belinda found her ways to his heart . And now Daniel Godson never gave her even a simple glance anymore . He didn't even consider her as someone he ever had anything with. He kept their relationship just business and simple . At first she had wanted to quit but she didn't as she wanted and love her job more than anything in the world . Everyo
Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . NashHer heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen her vulnerable in his office that day , he was probably quite sure he had awaken the underlying rebellious streak inside her. He was surrounded by insipid pleasers, at work and in his private life. He attracted them bec
Genevieve arrived at the hotel Ash had booked for her which was very close to a beach . For some reason she prayed she never gets to meet anyone and still she didn't want to disappoint Ash after all her effort . She took her room key from the receptionist before she walked into the elevator since her room was on the fourth floor . She smiled at the beauty of the hotel , it was quiet and peaceful . And what she admired more was that everyone minded their business . She was so happy to be here . She haven't even checked her luggages but Ash told her she needed not to worry that everything was intact , as she did not have time to pack her things , last night didn't end well and so she let Ash do all of the packing for her instead. The thought of last night crossed her mind and again she wished she could forget all about it but she knew it wasn't going to be anytime soon.She started unpacking her makeup bag and bathroom supplies which were perfect and intact.She emptied the luggage one
It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a
" please leave." she said stiffly. And in the place where logic ruled, meant it. Her emotions stalked off in a different direction. They sent her body into shock from being away from him. No control there.Trembling as he left immediately, When Dave strode through the door wearing the expression of a wild animal, Genevieve gasped. Heat spread through her with a wave of nausea. She felt lightheaded and colors turned gray.Then everything went black.Genevievee stumbled out onto the balcony needing to find a way to quiet her inner critic and reclaim her realistic thoughts—thoughts that reasonably told her she was on top of her game professionally, and had it not been for a curve in the road she’d have executed a near-perfect safety net for herself. She’d been so close to being able to really live she could almost taste it. Anyone could be led off course. The important thing was to find the track again.Outside, alone, with nothing but the vast ocean in front of her, she couldn’t help but
Genevieve tugged at the dress Dave had chosen for the occasion. For the meat show, as he had called it. No matter how much she tugged though, the dress didn’t get any longer. She stared at herself in the mirror uncertainly. She’d never worn anything that revealing. The black dress was clinging to her butt and waist, and ended at her upper thighs; the top was a glittery golden bustier with black tulle straps. “I can’t wear this, Ash .” Ash met her gaze in the via the video call. Her hair was pinned up; it was a few shades darker than Genevieve's. Ash was wearing a floor-length elegant dress to a dinner too ." I wished I was allowed something that modest". Genevieve said with irritation “You look like a woman,” Ash whispered. She cringed. “I look like a hooker.” “Hookers can’t afford a dress like that.” She bet all Dave's mistress had clothes that cost more than some people spent on a car. She put her hands on her waist. “You have a wasp waist, and the dress makes your legs look very
The next day Genevieve after a long day of sleeping finally woke up ,Her stomach growls with such intensity that it almost makes her dizzy. She was so hungry. She skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today just so she wouldn’t have to face Dave, and now she was paying the price. For some reason, she thought maybe he would come up after dinner to apologize and offer her some food. But now she knows she was way too naïve to think that would happen. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, and she haven’t eaten a single thing since yesterday evening. Fuming, she wrap a sheer flowered kimono around her midnight blue nightdress and venture out of her room. She tiptoe down the quiet hallway and about to make her way downstairs , she sees movement coming from the elevator and stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes meet his from across the opening.She could tell just by looking at him that he’s drunk, but the almost empty bottle of scotch is a dead giveaway. “What are you doing?” he asks, his words slu