All Chapters of ONE NIGHT STAND BETWEEN BEST FRIENDS : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Salma I was speaking to Josephine when Dr. Kane entered my room. I signalled for him to hold on while I concluded my call with my best friend. Then, I gave him my full attention. I saw that he was holding his tablet in his hand and had a frown on his face. A frown that I could only assume meant that he was not happy about the result in his hand.“Don't keep me waiting, Kane. If it's not good news, just spill,” I told him. Perhaps there was a controlled substance in my body that would stop me from practising medicine for the rest of my life. Whatever it was I wanted to be over it very quickly. Kane pulled out the visitor's chair beside me and sat down. Then he cleared his throat and said, “We found traces of benzodiazepine in your bloodstream.” “It means that…” “I know what it means, Kane.” I allowed the information he had just given me to sink in for a while. So Richard had actually planned to drug me and rape me? I wondered what was going through his stupid brain at the time. Di

Brandon The door was wide open, but still I knocked before I entered. Salma was on the phone with someone so I waited patiently for her to end her call. “Give Leona my kisses,” I heard her say before dropping the phone to her side. “Hi,” I said to her, unsure of what to say. “What do you want, Brandon?” she demanded, her tone far from friendly. “I just came to check up on you,” I said, keeping my tone moderate so she would understand that I was not here to fight. “I'm okay,” she said. “And Leona?” I asked, but a frown crossed her face. “You need to stop asking about her,” she said stubbornly. “She's my daughter too,” I said, “I'm worried about her.” Salma shook her head as a bitter expression replaced the frown on her face. “You don't have to worry about Leona, Brandon. If there was any world where I would let you be around her, it ended yesterday.” “Salma…” “My tox screen came back positive for benzo,” her tone was passionate, “you think I would allow my daughter anywher

SalmaI was seated in my hospital bed after Brandon had left my room when there was a knock on my door. I had shut my room door to have a little privacy, so when the knock came I assumed it was a nurse or perhaps Dr. Kane or Allison visiting me again. What I did not expect was Elaine Summers and her sly smile entering my room. I hid my hands beside me instinctively as she entered my room. She did not miss the action and commented, “Don't worry, I'm not here to break your fingers again.” “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked her because I knew she was not here to apologise to me. “What am I doing here?” she laughed bitterly, pulling out a chair so she could sit by my side. “We were interrupted the last time, but I don't think we shall this time around.” “How did you find me?” I asked, slightly terrified of her. “Brandon was more than willing to give you up,” she said with a smile, “although I was willing to check every single room for you too.” “What do you want?” I asked,

Brandon The District Court of Texas I sucked in a deep breath as I stood in front of the monstrous court building. Mr. Sanders stood beside me, and followed my line of sight to the statue that stood in front of the court. see no evil, hear no evil, do no evil. “There is nothing to be anxious about,” Mr. Sanders said, “today will go well.” My gaze shifted to my lawyer, “and if it doesn't? If the judge doesn't compel Salma to do the paternity test?” Mr. Sanders cleared his throat. “I've been doing this for a very long time, Brandon,” he said in a calm tone, “there is no way a Texas judge will not allow for the paternity test.” I nodded desperately, wanting to believe him more than anything else. Mr. Sanders led me into the courtroom. Salma and her lawyer were already seated. Salma and I briefly exchanged eye contact and she appeared just as nervous as I was. “Rise!” We all stood up as the judge made his way to his seat. From where I stood, I observed that he was a heavy-set m

SalmaWhen Freddie had suggested Daphne McCoy, a little-known lawyer whose office was located amidst mom-and-pop shops, I had my doubts. But she had quelled any doubts I might still have with her performance in court today. “You were great, Daphne,” I said to her as the court wrapped up and Brandon and his lawyer more or less left the courtroom. “We were great,” she responded with a smile, “I could not have done it without the well-documented evidence you presented.” I smiled. “They all kind of fell into my lap.” Who knew that my rather wild, aggressive weekend would turn out in my favour? “The testing will take place next week,” Daphne informed me, “and then it will take a week for paternity to be established. However, given all the evidence you've been able to gather against Brandon so far, I think we have a solid case to determine that he is not fit for custody at all. “Thank you,” I said sincerely, “I don't think I can say it enough.” She shrugged, “I'm just doing my job.”