Chapter Four

When we are tired,

we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

-Friedrich Nietzsche
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MATEO

I made my way to my office to work on some things. I had a lot of work piled up on my desk and I have to do them because they are not going to be done themselves. I also needed to know more about that bastard James. What does she even see in him? He seemed cranky and a guy who doesn't deserve a woman like her. 

As if you are. My subconscious commented. 

I messaged Samuel and requested him to get me some information about James. In less than an hour, they were on my desk. 

"Here's everything I found. Damn, he turned out to be a dick." He said, getting my attention. What did the fucker do? 

"What do you mean? Did he do something? Did he hurt her?." I asked, worriedly as I picked up the file, opening it in an instant. 

"Damn Mateo you are whipped." He chuckled, "-and no, but he will if she finds out."

Finds out about what?

"Fuck you, of course not." I replied, angrily.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night pretty boy." He smiled evilly and left the room. 

I wanted to choke him. I wanted to kill the shit out of him. Why would he say I am whipped? I am NOT. He always does that to me. He is like a fly that annoys you 24/7.

I quickly took the papers out of the folder, and started reading them. Upon reading, my face hardened as I read the line where it's written that he cheated.

I will kill that bastard. How could he cheat on this woman? Or any woman for that matter. If anything my mother had taught me, is to never ever hurt a girl in anyway, especially cheating or abusing her. I kind of hurt Claudia, but she is a different case. 

I will let him regret the day he was born.

I walked out of my office and went to her room. I knocked and opened the door. I saw her sitting on the bed with tears running down her face.

As soon as she saw me, she whipped her tears away.

"What do you want?" She asked, bluntly. No emotions at all. Her eyes were plain, and I didn't like that at all. The hurt her eyes revealed made my heart clench. I didn't want to be the reason I caused her pain, but at the same time, I couldn't go back now and let her ago after everything. 

I took few steps till I reached the corner of the bed. I bent down and looked at her firmly.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, looking at her beautiful ocean-like eyes. Those same eyes are going to be the end of me. Why did I bring her here again?

"Well, I don't know. Maybe because you kidnapped me and ruined my life." She yelled, angrily, getting up and walking away, far from me as if I am a disease. I felt a weird feeling for the first time. I didn't want her to be afraid of me. I couldn't even think of her being afraid of me. Yes, I like when people are scared of me, but not her. But I am too rude and ignorant to say that out loud. 

"I did not ruin your life. You are just going to change jobs and house, an-, well yeah I basically ruined your life, but look at the bright side, you get to see your friends and go out." I argued, trying to change her mind. 

"You are sick!" She yelled, coming towards me, and was about to slap me, but I took her hands and pin them back, dropping her on the bed with me on top of her. God she smells so good. 

"Don't ever try doing that again, am I clear." I dangerously threatened. I didn't really want to scare her more than she already is, but she had to know that I have limits. 

She nodded. I bet she couldn't really use words. I didn't blame her really.

Gosh, I am really a dick.

"Use your words, Callie." I said, firmly.

"Y-yes." She stuttered. Fear was evident in her eyes.

"Good." I smiled and got off her.

"Now go to sleep. It is late and tomorrow we have many things to do." I said, earning a quick nod as if she just wants to get rid of me. 

With that, I left the room.

I went to my office because I had so much work that needed to be done. I wish I could retire, and not have to work. Believe it or not, I always thought about having my own family, with kids running around, and a wife who I love. But at the same time, I know that that will never happen.

3 hours later...

"Noooo! Please! Don't hurt me! Please leave me alone. I am sorry!" I heard screaming coming from Callie's room. I got off my bed and ran to her room like a maniac. The first thing came to my mind is that one of my men attacked her or something, or an intruder somehow managed to get in and assaulted her. I got sick to my core just thinking of the many possibilities men could do to her. 

I pushed the door to her room open to see her in one piece, sleeping on the bed, and breathing heavily. I walked towards her and held her hands. She must be having a nightmare. 

"Shhh, calm down Callie. I am here. I will protect you." I said while squeezing her hands. I held her close to my chest, as I couldn't leave her in this condition alone and far away from me. 

I didn't even know why I was doing that. 

She took my hand and held it close to her chest. I climbed beside her and took her in my arms. I don't know why I even comforted her or anything, but I felt that I had to. I placed my head on top of hers, and got closer. She's still holding my hands as if her life depended on them. I am sure that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will yell at me, but let me savor this moment, will ya?

After few minutes, I heard her beautiful snores, and without noticing, sleep took over me.

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CALLIE

I woke up the next morning with strong arms holding me tight and in place. I looked around to find the gorgeous man; who I still didn't get his name, holding me so tight. I removed his arms away from me and got of the bed. He is indeed gorgeous, but the state we were in was inapproperiate. 

Oh my god.

What happened? Why is he sleeping beside me with his arms wrapped around me?

A second later, he slowly opened his gorgeous mesmerizing eyes, and they fell on me. A smirk formed on his lips immediately, making me think of the worst of what could have happened. 

"Why are you smirking?" I asked, confusedly, yet my voice was demanding. 

"Nothing. I am just happy about last night." He smiled, a genuine one this time. It was the first time I see a beautiful real smile on his lips, and that for some reason made me feel...happy? 

"W-what do y-you mean about l-last night?." I stuttered like a 5-year-old girl. I am sure nothing happened, but what if it did?

"You know, what adults do." He teased, getting up from the bed into a sitting position. 

"We didn't! Oh my god!." I panicked, walking back and forth like a crazy woman. I heard him mutter something, but I didn't get it. 

"We didn't. I would never do it with you!" I yelled, angrily. His face fell, sending me a hard glare. I could see that he didn't like what I just said. 

"Relax princess, we didn't do anything." He rolled his eyes and got off the bed.

"Besides, you are not my type." He added and got out of the room. 

With that, he left. 

How could he do this to me? Playing with my head. I was about to believe him and... I-I kind of-

No way. No fucking way. Of course not. No. No. No.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I really needed a shower. I wanted to just relax because if I didn't, I was going to explode. He said today will be a long today, which I assume work, so I really need to be relaxed. I cannot take my anger on patients and probably kill them in the process. 

Sadness took over me as I remembered my beautiful days at the New York City hospital. I really loved that place, and I still do. I miss Arabella and Stephane. I miss the other doctors; who every lunch, sat with me in the cafeteria so I wouldn't sit alone. I also miss my room, where the fresh scent of Lavender consumed it. 

When I finished showering, I opened my phone to find 500 text messages and 30 phone calls. Half of the messages were from my best-friend Ella, and the rest were from James.

The reason I did not open my phone the past two days is because I did not know what to tell them, but I did send them a message telling them that I am okay and I am taking a space from everything.

Thank god Mateo did not take my phone.

I texted Ella that I will meet with her in few days and turned my phone back off. 

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