Heartless jerk and ridiculous bullshit

          The morning was bright and clear, the air crisp. The sun shone brightly on the white marble of the building grounds as it rose into the sky and a fresh breeze was blowing through the trees that lined the gardens.

The next day had come so soon and she was back at the Stanleys' home as though the other night only happened in a blink of an eye.

The chirping sounds of the birds had welcomed her like the day before. She looked around once Eric had driven away to park the car in a proper spot. The compound looked less lonesome than the day before. A small group of servants was busy doing their jobs, tending to the grounds. She wondered if she was supposed to walk up to one of them for directions or simply pretend to find it on her own with hopes one would notice her and offer to help.

Fortunately, a woman in a similar checked uniform walked in front of her before she decided to stick to the latter.

"Good morning." She greeted her. "You must be the doctor."

Maria nodded, pushing some strands behind her hair from blocking her vision. "Good morning. Yes, I am."

"Allow me to take you to him. Master Stanley is in the relaxation spot."

Her brows shot up softly, "Relaxation spot?" What was that?

The lady chuckled warmly. "It is a special building specifically built for master's meditation and no one is permitted there without his approval."

Maria bobbed her head slowly in understanding. She was not a bit surprised at other exceptional information about the Stanleys. Wealthy people could really pull off the most unimaginable things however they wanted.

The maid turned, beginning to take her to the mentioned place. They passed by several buildings along the way. The grounds were well-manicured. Everything from the flowers to the shrubs was kept neat and clean.

"We are here." The maid announced after a short while, her flats glued against the marble floorings deciding to go no further.

Maria traveled her gaze in the direction the woman's eyes were fixed at. They were standing in front of a relatively large building. The front of it was made of architectural glass, allowing the person inside to see outside while being protected from the elements. She found it strange but glamorous.

"This way, miss." The woman ushered and Maria immediately followed suit. "Master Stanley likes to keep this area hidden from prying eyes. It is an amazing secret." She tipped, whispering and the doctor could only chuckle, knowing people of her caliber would rather meditate in their rooms or participate in an affordable yoga class instead of building exotic spots to relax.

A hefty man was guarding the entrance to the building. He wore a large, ugly frown and the sight of him could make anyone's stomach churn with fear. "How may I help you?" He demanded as soon as they moved closer, his voice as deep and menacing as an axe man's.

"The doctor needs to meet with the young master," The maid answered quickly, hoping he would not ask any more questions.

The guard slowly inspected Maria with his penetrating dark eyes before stepping away from the door wordlessly. "You may go in now and you shall find him there." The maid stated, turning to face the other woman.

Maria nodded gratefully and her eyes slowly followed the departing maid until the vibrating throat of the guard reminded her she was in the middle of something. She heaved deeply before entering the building with the guard shutting the door behind her, uninterested to take more visitors.

As soon as she entered, she felt a rush of cold from the eccentric air conditioners and immediately rubbed her forearms. Her eyes roamed the room, digesting the surreal view. The room looked like a private gym but with a little touch of comfort.

There was equipment for weight lifting and other activities such as running on treadmills. A large TV was mounted on the wall opposite the entrance, and there were numerous plush chairs scattered around in various places. There was also a table in the middle that held a selection of drinks and snacks. Low music filled the background and she couldn't help but admit the young master had quite a rich taste in pop songs.

The smell of fresh fruity shampoo wafted in and caught her nostrils. Maria found herself breathing in the refreshing scent with satisfaction. Her drowsy smile was quick to wipe away when she found the source of the smell that appeared in her sight.

Her patient emerged from an adjoining room and it seemed he was too busy getting his damp hair dry with a face towel to notice he wasn't alone. His face was wet with water droplets and his robust tongue slipped out every second to wipe the drops falling to his lips. He was dressed in similar outfits to the day before, an oversized hoodie and matching joggers. His outfit was very casual, but its elegant design carried an aura of sophistication.

Maria watched him, the man who had tormented her spirits to the point of almost giving up on him as a patient; something that has never happened ever since she graduated from medical school.

His hands stopped driving over his head and she stiffened with awareness. A couple of seconds passed the distance between them before he slowly rolled his head towards her. Their eyes met and a deep scowl automatically clouded his face.

"Good mor--" She tried to speak but was forced to pause when the man whirled around and started to walk away, deciding to not acknowledge her presence like he always did. That action made her tuck in her lips, exhaling with a puff. She was mentally bracing herself for any show he would put up with, like the day before.

Maria remained still for a moment, watching him as he marched down the colossal room. It took some seconds for her to gather her thoughts and start walking forward, following the young man. Her sneakers went to an abrupt stop when his frame did as well.

From a distance, she watched him settle on a thick chair, a piece of furniture peculiar in style, and it looked like nothing she had ever seen before. It looked like something that came right from a science fiction movie. The bizarre object was made of metal with its seat and backrest covered with sleek black leather.

Jayden sat upright and crossed his legs, his back straight as a board. His hands moved across his head, combing through his wet hair with the towel, ignoring her presence completely.

"Mr. Stanley," she sounded for attention with her feet circling to stand in front of him and decided to pick up her greeting from where she stopped. "Good morning--"

"Get out." He breathed, lips barely moving, eyes fixed on the ground.

Don't start now, Maria wanted to retort but she kept her mouth shut instead. She stared at the man, her brows knitted together. "I'm here to see you." She stated, trying to keep her tone as friendly as possible. "We have an appointment."

Jayden did not say anything and only concentrated on the towel fastened in his grip.

There was a long pause before she decided to speak again. "I just need to ask you some questions to know where and what area to start with you." She paused, waiting for his response. "I am your doctor, after all. I should be allowed to talk to my patients."

He didn't respond, but she could feel the tension in the air. Maria felt like she was talking to the chilly air and not the human sitting in her front. His eyes were dedicated to his sneakers as he took his time to thoroughly massage his skull. He didn't show any sign of attentiveness not to mention saying a few things back.

She sighed, feeling frustrated by his behavior. She needed to do this job and she knew it. It was her duty to make sure Jayden was healthy, even if he refused to cooperate. "Mr. Stanley--?" The deep vibrating sound of the machine chair he was seated on was her source of interruptions this time around.

It began to drive Jayden forward, startling the doctor into a step backward. Her lashes flickered more than necessary, amazed at the technology behind the chair. It was a robotic chair that drove itself, and she wondered how much it cost to own one of those.

The chair's wheels rolled smoothly on the floor and were moving in her direction. "Get out of my way," Jayden grunted, leaning onto the chair like it was a bed or a sofa, raising his towel-covered head to glare at her.

"You can't go yet, Mr. Stanley." She voiced, almost pleading, and grasped hold of the armrests thinking that would stop the chair. But instead, the chair tilted more and Maria was propelled backward until she fell on her behind with an embarrassing thud.

"Shit," she muttered to herself, adjusting her hair, and slowly looked up to Jayden, hoping he would offer assistance. But he was busy staring at her, his expression blank, and his eyes cold. He didn't move to help her up nor did he say anything.

He eventually peeled his eyes away, proving his cold-heartedness when his chair drove past her pathetic state.

"Heartless jerk," the doctor muttered to herself, her blue eyes narrowing at the man who ignored her existence. She stood up, brushing off imaginary dust from her jeans. "Mr. Stanley, where are you going?"

Her words were meant to be answered, but they seemed to fall on deaf ears. Jayden continued to move ahead without a single glance back. His actions created a deep crease between her brows, her patience running thin.

"Mr. Stanley!" She called out once more, making a dash toward him, her hands were clenched as she marched behind him. Her determination was fueled, to fight fire with fire. She was ready to match his stubbornness and win against him. At least, that would let him know his doctor was not going to go down that easily.

Reaching closer to him, she strongly seized the machine, preventing it from moving further. Her act made him crane his neck sideways, wondering what went wrong before his eyes found the nails grabbing his seat from behind.

Jayden guided his face up slowly until his dark brown irises met hers. His gaze was intense, his stare unwavering as he regarded her, unblinking. "What are you doing?" He demanded, not sounding like someone asking a question but rather admonishing her for her forwardness.

Maria held her ground, her fingers digging deeper into the metal chair. "Trying to improve your health? Yes." She replied, her voice firm and resolute.

His eyes dropped to her grip. "Let go," he sounded with deep annoyance.

"I'm sorry but no. I have to give you a checkup whether you like it or not, Mr. Stanley." She insisted, not budging an inch.

"Get your hands off or I am going to call security."

The doctor bit her lip, her eyes widening as she glanced at the entrance of the building before sounding with a chuckle that surprised him. His threat was supposed to impose fear and not humor unless she had a weird sense of humor.

"You must have forgotten so soon. My presence here is highly favored by your mother. I am sure the security wouldn't want to go against her instructions." Maria argued, her tone sharp and confident. She wasn't about to give up on her mission, not now.

"And that makes you think you are special?" He retorted, his eyes narrowing at her.

"What can I say? I'm quite honored." She lifted her shoulders with a smug expression that only deepened his scowl. It didn't move her though. She was gradually getting used to his impetuous behavior.

"What ridiculous bullshit." He murmured, dropping his glare to his seat under her grip once again. He decided to outsmart her trap by pushing himself up, but Maria was quick enough to grab his shoulders and push him right back to his seat. He immediately twisted his neck to capture her eyes, his face possessed with rage, and his eyes were bulging at her audacity. "Are you out of--?"

"Let's focus on your treatment now, shall we?" She cut in, her voice standing with more stubbornness.

Having no interest in his opinion, she began to push the chair forward, directing its movement the same way she had done with paralyzed patients in the wheelchair back in the hospital. Anytime he attempted to jerk off the chair, her hands were quick to find his shoulders, pressing him back against the seat.

Maria found a table in the far corner of the room and moved them both towards it notwithstanding his heavy murmuring. She created a dead end by pushing the machine behind the table, in a way he would not be able to escape. Satisfied with her plan, she lowered towards a plastic chair positioned at the other end of the table and sat opposite him.

A bright smile filled with satisfaction formed her lips and her eyes twinkled with delight. "Time for your oral check-up, Mr. Stanley. I will start with a few questions and will be done in no time."

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