All Chapters of My OB-GYN My Undoing : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Ms. Wren

I woke up on Tuesday morning to Elias sliding his hands all over my hips possessively even though he was still asleep. Like he was checking to make sure I was still there, still his. “Stay home today,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “Work can wait.”I tried to ignore that uneasy feeling I had about Elias. But that feeling always finds a way to come back to my mind.Forcing a smile, I carefully twisted myself away from him. “Deadlines, Elias. You know how it is.He propped himself on one elbow, his freckled chest was bare, his beautiful golden hair was scattered from sleep. At thirty one, he still looks handsomely tall, tanned skin and with eyes that promise the whole world only if you follow the rules. His rules.“No problem,” he said, tracing my collarbone with his thumb. “But wear the blue dress. The one I picked for you.”Ugh, here we go again I thought. Rolling my eyes in my mind.He kissed my forehead softly, it was a seal of ownership. Th

The Hidden Connection

“Good afternoon, Ms. Wren. I'm Dr. Stone."His voice snapped my head and attention towards me, his voice manly pulling my gaze away from the ceiling titles I was counting straight to him.He stood in the doorway, filling the entire doorway with his entire six foot two of lean muscle under that white coat.His wavy black hair was messy in a good way.His brown eyes were on mine, his gaze was steady like he was assessing me. He wasn't smiling, but something in his expression made my tummy flip. I swallowed hard, the paper crinkling as I adjusted.“Hi. Isola’s fine.”He nodded, closing the door with a soft click.He walked to the sink, washing his hands, his sleeves were rolled up revealing his veined forearms.Water streamed over his fingers, and for some crazy reasons, I couldn't look away, not even for a second.Something about the way he washed his hands, applying soap on them and rubbing them together as water splashed over his hands felt intimate.I shouldn't be doing this, I sh

His Touch, My Undoing

“You shouldn’t be here, Miss Wren,” he repeated.The plates slipped off from my fingers and shattered on the floor, porcelain shards were scattered everywhere. Alaric didn't even flinch, He just stepped closer, the broken pieces sticking under his well polished shoes.He was close until I felt the heat of his body more than the warm kitchen lights. I opened my mouth to say something. But no sound came out.His eyes went to my lips, it lingered there for sometime then returned to my eyes.“I said you shouldn't be here,” he repeated, this time more softer and tender. “But here you are.”Behind us, we heard laughter from the balcony. Elias’s voice was the loudest and more bright. It was louder than everyone else's voice there.Alaric clamped his jaw together. He walked past me to set the stack of plates on the counter.His arm brushed my waist, it was a deliberate act, a slow drag that made my breath hitch.“I can explain….” I started.“No.” He held my wrist, his thumb pressing the exa

He’s Asking For You

Elias's snore resounds through the suite.Midnight was just two hours and fifty three minutes away. I sat down on the edge of the balcony, my legs dangling over the Atlantic, the keycard to Room 412 was still in my palm.The pendant Alaric has made for me caught the moonlight, it's tiny, sharp and perfect. A promise of both threat and ruinMy phone buzzed again. Unknown number. It was Alaric.If you are scared, text 911. I will come. I stared at the screen until the screen dimmed, then I slipped the phone into my pocket.Elias stirred in his sleep, I froze. He then rolled over still asleep. I exhaled sharply.At 11:47 p.m., I walked barefoot to the bathroom, then locked the door and opened the video again. Alaric in his clinic, his sleeves rolled up, and in a hushed voice, “I miss you. Come to me.” He said. My knees weakened.I pressed my forehead on the bathroom tile wall, replaying the way he had kissed the bruise on my wrist like an apology.Midnight came, I didn't move an inch

The Emergency Room

I ran barefoot to the hospital looking disheveled. I ran down the hospital corridor, the linoleum cold on my feet. The pendant on my neck swung widely.The ER smelled of hospital bleach and fear. A nurse barely looked up before pointing to Bay 3. I pushed the curtain aside.Elias sat on the gurney, he was shirtless, a butterfly bandage wrapped on his left eyebrow. A purple bruise is on his ribs.He looked up at me, tired but alive, and gave me that crooked boyish grin.“Hey, babe.” His voice was hoarse but steady. “I told them not to call you. It’s just a fender bender.” My knees nearly gave out. “You are listed as my emergency contact too, remember?” I stepped closer, my eyes raking all over him, checking if he was alright . “Are you sure you are okay?”“It’s just a minor concussion, and a couple of cracked ribs. Niko’s discharging me in the morning. He said trying to sound casual but the edge in his voice gave him away.He reached for my hand, then he winced. “Come here.”I went,

Shadows Of The Past

The city’s light shone through the window blinds in thin bright lines, painting Elias’s bare back as he slept.His breathing was slow and heavy, with one of his arms thrown over my waist, which was too heavy to move. I stared at the ceiling, wide awake, counting the spaces between his breaths while Alaric’s words kept replaying in my head, over and over again.Fifteen years ago. You were twenty-one. I funded it. I remember your voice. Your voice was shaking. You are brilliant.At twenty one, I had been a junior at NYU, I was broke, nervous and desperate for something to go right. The internship had been a miracle to me.Paid, prestigious, with a line on my resume that paved the way for me. The kind of thing that could change everything. And it did. Then, I never thought twice about the anonymous donor. I just signed the papers, whispered a thank you to no one, and cried quietly in a library bathroom.But now the donor had a name. A face.And that face had been inches from mine, and

The Hidden Grant

The next morning, sunlight slipped through the window blinds and spilled across my face. I blinked awake to find Elias already watching me, his expression unreadable.“You really don’t have to go in today,” he said softly. “Just stay home.”“I can’t,” I told him, forcing a small smile. “I have work.”He studied me for a long moment, his jaw tight, like he wanted to argue. Eventually, he just nodded.It took a few more quiet words before he let me go. Then he picked out clothes for me and sat down watching me get dressed.I dressed quickly, feeling his gaze follow me, and left for work.The office was alive with the usual office noise. Phone ringing, keyboards tapping, the espresso machine hissing like it was tired of staying there.I sat on my desk, my laptop screen glowing faintly. My inbox was a mess with dozens of emails demanding my attention, but none of them mattered. Not today.I typed: Stone Medical Innovation Fellowship 2013 donor records.The company's database was a maze of

Mariel’s Warning

The next day, I went to the cafe on Bleecker. The café on Bleecker smelled like burnt sugar and wet earth, you know that sweet heavy smell of rain after a long time.I reached there at 3:57, I pulled my hoodie up. Mariel was already sitting at one corner of the table, with two croissants and a latte in front of her.The croissants and latte look like a bribe to lure me in. I thought, smiling.She didn't even smile when I came in, I adjusted the chair and sat down.“You look like a ghost who lost a fight with insomnia.” She said.I removed the hoodie. “Thanks” I said dramatically. As I arranged my hair that scattered when I was removing the hoodie.She pushed the latte towards me. “Drink first. Then talk.”Steam was coming out of the latte cup, curling in the mid air. I wrapped my hand around the cup to feel warm.The small cut on my palm, from the broken porcelain, is already healing, it scabbed a thin line.Mariel saw it immediately, her eyes narrowed still on it.“That’s new.” She

Family Ties

I got up the next morning, took my bath and got dressed. I reheated the lasagna and ate it standing by the counter, like I was going through motions.The lasagna was heavy in my stomach, like it didn't want to digest.Elias was sprawled on the couch, with a half full wine glass in his hands. The certificate is on the coffee table, it was placed in a way that it looks like a trophy.“Look at you,” he said, his voice too sweet to be real. “Little Isola Wren, hand picked by daddy's check book.”He tapped the glass, his eyes on me. Twenty one and already part of the family portfolio.I stood in the kitchen door, my hands crossed under my breasts. Making them go a little higher.“It was a grant.”“Grants don't come with personal memos.” He then took the certificate and turned the page over, his thumb traced Alaric's signature like he owns it.“He wrote your name like he was signing a contract. For Isola Wren and others. Cute.” He smiled wickedly. “Guess you were the star of the show.”I w

The First Crack

I didn't even remember how I got home. Everything just blurs. The sound of traffic, the folder that I held like my life depended on it, with that video.I quickly deleted the video. Whoever was doing this was waiting for the right time to strike.By the time I got back to my apartment, Elias was already asleep on the couch, the TV still playing the news.He stirred when I came in, took his pills, and went straight to bed.I locked myself in the bathroom and threw up until there was nothing left, until my throat burned and my body just shook.I rinsed my mouth, took my bath, and put on a silk dress. I quickly hid the folder in the midst of other files in my tote bag. Out of sight, but not out of me.“Isola?” Elias called. “What are you doing? Come to bed.”I quickly got into bed. He pulled me toward him and caged me with his legs around me.He kissed me and fell asleep.It took me a while before I drifted off too.The next morning, Elias woke me with coffee and a smile that almost look

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