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Chapter 9

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last update publish date: 2026-05-29 15:20:43

Chapter 9

I stepped into the trauma department the next morning with my heart hammering against my ribs. My leg still throbbed in its walking boot and my ribs ached with every movement, but Ethan had cleared me for light duty. I needed to feel normal again — needed to work. The private security he’d arranged dropped me off early. I smoothed my scrubs over my wide hips and soft belly, took a deep breath, and walked through the familiar chaotic halls.

The department was already alive with beeping monitors, rushing staff, and the low hum of controlled urgency. I clocked in at the nurses’ station and picked up my tablet. A couple of nurses I knew gave me quick, sympathetic smiles, but I caught the whispers the moment my back was turned.

“That’s her… the one Dr. Black saved personally.”

“Girl, the way he looks at her…”

I kept my head down and focused on my first patient — a construction worker with a nasty forearm fracture from a car accident. As I checked his vitals and adjusted his IV, I felt eyes on me again. This time it wasn’t the staff.

Ethan stood at the end of the hallway, white coat perfectly fitted over his broad shoulders, watching me with that intense, unwavering stare. Heat flooded my body instantly. Even here, surrounded by chaos, one look from him made my thighs press together.

He walked over with deliberate calm. “Nurse Monroe,” he said, voice perfectly professional. “Good to have you back on the floor. I’ll be supervising your cases today.”

“Yes, Dr. Black,” I replied softly, cheeks warming. His hand brushed my lower back as he leaned in to review the chart — a touch so brief no one else would notice, but it sent electricity racing up my spine.

The morning passed in a blur of patients and charts, but the tension between us never faded. Every time he came near, the air grew thick. During a brief lull, he caught my eye and tilted his head toward the supply room.

The second the door locked behind us, all professionalism vanished.

Ethan pushed me gently against the shelves, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry kiss. “I’ve been dying to do this since the moment you walked in,” he growled against my lips. His hands gripped my wide hips, pulling me flush against him. “This body… these curves have been driving me insane all morning.”

I moaned quietly as his fingers slipped under my scrub top, cupping the soft fullness of my belly and squeezing possessively. “Ethan… someone could walk in.”

“Let them try.” He lifted my top higher and buried his face between my heavy breasts, sucking on one nipple through my bra until my knees weakened. “Good girl. Stay quiet for me.”

He dropped to his knees, tugging my pants and panties down just enough. His mouth found my aching center, licking and sucking with raw hunger. I bit my lip hard to stay silent, fingers tangled in his dark hair as pleasure built fast and sharp. When I came, my thighs trembled around his shoulders.

He rose, wiping his mouth with a satisfied smirk, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue. “We’ll finish this properly tonight at my place,” he promised, helping me straighten my clothes. We slipped out separately, hearts racing.

Back on the floor, reality crashed in quickly.

Dr. Ryan Hayes appeared for a consult on one of my patients. His face lit up when he saw me. “Lila! You’re back. Looking strong. Need any help with that lift?”

He was friendly — maybe too friendly. He stuck around after the consult, chatting easily and complimenting how well I handled the patient. “You’ve got great instincts. We should grab coffee sometime and swap shift horror stories.”

I laughed politely, but I could feel Ethan’s gaze burning from across the bay. The rumors started almost immediately. During lunch, one of the older nurses pulled me aside in the break room.

“Honey, people are talking. Dr. Black has been watching you like a hawk since you got here. And now Hayes is flirting too? Just… be careful. This place eats gossip for breakfast.”

My stomach twisted. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I stepped into an empty corner and opened the text.

We see you at work. Stop digging or your next shift ends in a body bag.

My hands shook. I deleted it quickly, but the fear lingered.

Ethan found me minutes later. One look at my face and he guided me into an empty on-call room, locking the door behind us.

“What happened?” he asked, voice low and urgent as he pulled me into his arms.

I showed him the text. His jaw clenched. “They’re getting bolder.”

Afterward, he kissed my forehead. “I’m telling you everything tonight. No more secrets. You deserve to know what my father is really capable of.”

The rest of the shift dragged under the weight of stares and whispers. A senior attending made a pointed comment about “special treatment” during rounds. By the time my shift ended, I was exhausted but buzzing with adrenaline.

Ethan drove us back to his sleek apartment. The moment the door closed, he pressed me carefully against the wall.

“Finally,” he growled, stripping me slowly, reverently. His mouth worshipped every inch — kissing the stretch marks on my belly, sucking on my heavy breasts, gripping my thick thighs as he dropped to his knees again. “You’re mine, Lila. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, lost in the pleasure he gave so freely.

We didn’t go all the way — my body was still healing — but he made me come twice more with his hands and mouth, whispering how obsessed he was with every soft, full curve of me. Later, as we lay tangled together on his couch, he finally opened up about the drug trials.

“My father pushed an experimental painkiller through the hospital for profit. Some patients had catastrophic reactions. A few died. I tried to stop it… but he covered everything up. Your crash wasn’t random. You saw one of their transport vans that night. That’s why they’re coming after you.”

A new call came in while we were eating dinner. I put it on speaker with trembling hands.

“Richard Black sends his regards,” the distorted voice said coldly. “Stay away from his son… or we’ll make sure you do.”

Ethan snatched the phone, his voice like ice. “Tell my father I’m done playing his games. If he comes after Lila again, I’ll burn everything down.”

The line went dead.

I curled against his chest, fear and desire twisting together. Tomorrow would bring more eyes on us, more risks at work, and the growing threat of Richard Black’s reach.

And something told me the worst was still coming.

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huh.. fascinating..
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chapters are repeating the same thing. its dragging
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