CHAPTER 3; THE CEO'S PRIVATE PATIENT

Richard’s pov

Grandpa sprained his leg this morning, and Mum had been on my case about coming to see him. I knew exactly what they were up to. Ever since the family took over the hospitals, they’d become obsessed with the next generation—pushing for grandkids like it was some kind of corporate expansion plan. I still had businesses to run. Romance wasn’t on the agenda.

On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the gynaecology department to see my older sister, Nora.

“Hello, Spider,” I teased.

She didn’t even look up, eyes locked on a stack of reports. I reached over and plucked them from her hands. I wasn’t expecting to see Chloe’s name.

William’s wife. Why the hell would she book an appointment here?

“Are you hungry?” Nora asked, already standing. “I’m heading down to grab a few things. Tell the next patient to wait for me.”

“Okay,” I said,but I already had other plans.

The day Chloe met William, I’d been standing right behind her. I’d seen her first. I just chose to respect what they had.

The feel of my fingers inside her made heat surge through me. I still couldn’t believe William had never touched her in all these years. That only confirmed that the rumours about him and Rachel were true.

She moaned the second I pushed deeper. That look on her face nearly undid me. I almost lost control right there, the image of fucking her on this chair flooding my mind.

I composed myself as I finished the procedure, watching her climax. It was beautiful.

“Doctor… can I go now?” she asked.

I could sense the nervousness in her voice, but I couldn’t help thinking about how she would take the surprise tomorrow.

I replied, watching as she practically fled the room. A quiet chuckle escaped me.

The cocktail party unfolded exactly as I’d expected—executives from several major companies circulating under soft lights and polished conversation. Yet my mind kept drifting back to the remote-controlled vibrator I’d slipped inside Chloe earlier, a private lesson meant just for her.

“Wait here for me, darling,” I said, flashing her a mischievous smirk.

I was pulled aside by one of the Sinclair heirs, our longstanding rivals in the medical field. Reluctantly, I left Chloe alone at our table. Moments later I spotted a young man approaching her, leaning in with easy confidence. A sharp flicker of jealousy cut through me. Without hesitation I pressed the button on the remote.

Across the room I watched her body stiffen. Her lips parted, a half-formed sentence dying on her tongue as the sudden vibration stole her focus. The struggle to keep her composure—flushed cheeks, tight smile, forced politeness—amused me more than any conversation in the room.

I watched her from across the room, the remote still warm in my pocket. Sinclair’s heir kept talking, all polished smiles and corporate bullshit, but my attention never left Chloe.

The young man who’d approached our table was leaning in now, saying something that made her force a polite smile. That was enough.

I thumbed the dial up.

Her spine went rigid. The glass in her hand trembled. She pressed her thighs together hard under the tablecloth, lips parting on a sharp, silent inhale. The guy kept talking, oblivious, while Chloe’s cheeks flushed deeper by the second. She tried to answer him. The words came out thin and shaky.

I turned it higher.

A soft, strangled sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her free hand shot under the table, gripping the edge of the chair so tightly her knuckles went white. She shot me a desperate look across the room—pleading, furious, helpless. I just smiled and gave the dial another slow click.

“Gosh, I just want to see her lose herself for me,” I whispered.

She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted, I could see it hit her harder. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice barely steady.

I left it running just like that—high enough to keep her on the edge, low enough that she couldn’t risk making a scene. Then I turned back to Sinclair’s heir like nothing was happening, still watching her from the corner of my eye as she sat there, flushed and trembling, fighting for every breath.

“I’d love to get to know you better,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, offering him a brief smile before turning and walking away.

She bolted from the table the second she could. I followed right behind her, keeping a measured distance as we moved through the quieter halls toward the restrooms.

We hadn’t gone far when eyestopped dead.

Ahead of us, partially hidden by an open doorway, stood her husband. His mouth was locked on her sister Rachel’s, one hand already under her dress. Their formal clothes lay scattered across the carpet just inside the room—his jacket, her heels, her blouse—clear evidence of how little time they’d wasted.

They were already stepping backward into the suite, too absorbed in each other to notice anyone in the hall.

“William…” I heard her whisper, her voice breaking as she stared at the sight before her.

Chloe’s breath left her in a sharp, broken sound. I came up beside her, close enough to feel the fine tremor running through her body. The remote was still warm in my pocket. I didn’t turn it off.

We slipped into the restroom and I locked the door behind us with a soft click.

“Please… take it out,” she whispered, voice already shaky.

I smiled against her ear. “That depends on how well you behave. Don’t you want to get back at that cheap husband of yours?”

Before she could answer I nosed along the side of her neck, breathing her in, then pressed open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. She tilted her head with a quiet gasp. Our mouths found each other again, the kiss deepening by the second—slow, hungry, and full of everything we weren’t saying out loud.

We slipped into the restroom and I locked the door behind us with a soft click.

“Please… take it out,” she whispered, voice already shaky.

I smiled against her ear. “That depends on how well you behave. Don’t you want to get back at that cheap husband of yours?”

Before she could answer I nosed along the side of her neck, breathing her in, then pressed open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. She tilted her head with a quiet gasp.

Our mouths found each other again, the kiss deepening by the second—slow, hungry, and full of everything we weren’t saying out loud.

I kept kissing her until her hands were fisting the front of my shirt. When I finally pulled back just enough to speak, my voice was low against her lips.

“Turn around.”

She hesitated only a second, then obeyed, bracing her hands on the edge of the sink. I stepped in close behind her, letting her feel exactly how hard I already was. My hands slid under the hem of her dress, pushing it up over her hips. The thin fabric of her panties was already damp when my fingers brushed over them.

“Please,” she breathed again, looking at me in the mirror.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and dragged the panties down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them without being told. I freed myself, the head of my cock already slick, and rubbed it slowly up and down her wet folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in yet.

“You want this?” I asked, voice rough. “You want me to fuck you right here while your husband is waiting outside?”

She nodded, biting her lip hard. “Yes… please.”

I lined up and sank into her in one steady thrust, burying myself to the hilt. A sharp, broken moan escaped her. I covered her mouth with one hand and started moving—deep, deliberate strokes that made the soft wet sound of our bodies fill the small room.

After a few more thrusts I reached down between her legs, found the base of the vibrator still nestled inside her, and slowly pulled the slick toy free.

The sudden emptiness made her moan—louder than she meant to, the sound slipping past my fingers for just a second.

Outside the door, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Chloe? Is that you?”

Her body went rigid against me. Footsteps approached. Her husband’s voice came again, closer this time, followed by the low murmur of other people. They must have finished whatever they were doing and decided to head this way.

I didn’t waste a second. I pulled out of her, yanked her panties back up, and smoothed her dress down. Then I grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the second exit at the far end of the restroom—the one that led straight out to the side alley.

We slipped through just as the main door handle turned.When her husband pushed it open, the restroom was empty. No one. Nothing.By then I already had Chloe in the passenger seat of my car, engine running, pulling out of the lot while her heart was pounding and the taste of her was still on my tongue.