Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I woke up with Ethan’s arm still around me. His hand rested possessively on my soft belly even in his sleep. For a second everything felt safe. Then I remembered the photo from last night and my stomach dropped.

He stirred when I moved. “Morning, beautiful,” he said, voice rough from sleep. His fingers squeezed my curves gently before he sat up. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Scared.” I touched his face. “But better with you here.”

He kissed me slow and deep, like he needed it as much as I did. His hand slid under my gown to cup one of my heavy breasts, thumb brushing my nipple until I gasped. “I hate that I can’t take you properly yet,” he whispered. “These thighs… I want them wrapped around my head so bad.”

A knock interrupted us. It was the head nurse Ethan trusted. “Dr. Black, the discharge papers are ready if you approve. But there’s a lot of pressure from administration to send her home today.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. He looked at me. “You’re not fully healed, but staying here is getting too dangerous. I’ll arrange home care and security. You’ll come back for follow-ups… in my department.”

My heart beat faster. Going home meant leaving this bubble, but it also meant I could return to work soon. Back to being near him every day.

By afternoon they wheeled me out. Ethan walked beside the chair the whole way, hand on my shoulder. Outside, a black SUV waited with two big security guys he hired. He helped me into the car carefully, his touch lingering on my wide hips.

“I’ll check on you tonight,” he promised, kissing me quick but hungry before closing the door.

The ride home felt long. My apartment looked the same, but everything felt different now. The security men checked every room before leaving me alone. I tried to rest on the couch, but my mind kept replaying the threats.

Around seven, the doorbell rang. I peeked through the hole and saw Ethan. He stepped inside fast and locked the door. The moment it clicked, he pulled me into his arms, careful of my injuries.

“Missed you too much,” he said, kissing me hard. His hands roamed down my back to grab my thick ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “Fuck, Lila. This body is mine.”

We moved to the couch slowly. He sat and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. His mouth went to my neck while his hands pushed up my shirt to expose my belly and breasts. He groaned, burying his face between my heavy tits, kissing and sucking on them like he was starving.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against my skin. “So soft and full. I love every curve.” His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them wider on his lap. I could feel how hard he was through his pants.

We were grinding against each other, breathing heavy, when my phone rang. Unknown number. Ethan grabbed it and answered on speaker.

“Enjoy your little doctor while you can,” the voice said. “The crash was just the beginning. Stay away from Black and his family secrets or we’ll finish what we started.”

Ethan hung up and cursed. “My father’s moving fast.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, fear mixing with the heat between us. “What are the drug trials about, Ethan? Tell me the truth.”

He sighed and held me tighter. “My father’s company tested a new painkiller at the hospital. Some patients had bad reactions… a few died. I found out and tried to shut it down. They covered it up. Your accident might have been because you saw something that night on your way home. Wrong place, wrong time.”

I shivered. He rubbed my back, then my belly, trying to comfort me with his touch. “I won’t let them hurt you. Tomorrow you rest. Day after, we’ll get you back to work in trauma. Under my watch.”

He stayed the night. We didn’t go all the way because of my pain, but he worshipped my body for hours — kissing my stretch marks, licking my nipples, gripping my thighs while telling me how obsessed he was. I came twice just from his hands and mouth, feeling beautiful for the first time in years.

But sleep was hard. Every sound outside made me jump.

The next morning he left early for the hospital, promising to call. I spent the day trying to move around more, testing my leg. By evening another threat came — a text with a picture of my apartment building.

I called Ethan right away. He sounded furious. “I’m coming over. Pack a bag. You’re staying with me until this is over.”

When he arrived, he kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in weeks. His hands were all over me again, possessive and hungry. “No more playing it safe at the hospital. When you come back to work, everyone will know you’re mine.”

My heart raced with both fear and excitement. Returning to work meant facing rumors, jealous nurses, and probably Dr. Sophia soon. But it also meant more stolen moments with Ethan.

As we drove to his place that night, I held his hand tight. The danger was closing in, but so was our connection. I just hoped our secret wouldn’t blow up before we could fight the real enemies.