All Chapters of Saints Don't Moan: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Miguel “You wicked man!” Damien slapped my arm, “just don't break her heart.” I smiled wickedly, “I'm a doctor, Damien. If I break it, I'll fix it again.” He laughed, “I have no words for you.” My assistant knocked on my door at that moment, peeking into the office carefully, “it’s time for your rounds, Dr Ramirez.” I groaned. Revered Nicholas and Damien had made it impossible for me to change my pants. “Thank you,” I said to her. Turning to my friend, I said, “Call me when you get to New York.” “I was hoping you’ll lend me your private jet,” he moaned. I shook my head at his brattiness. Damien personally owned three private jets. I knew he was just acting spoiled by requesting to use mine. But it was alright, he would pay back in the future when I asked to use his. “Call my pilot,” I said, “if he’s available, he’ll fly you.” “I was hoping I could fly…” his voice trailed off when I glared at him. He was licensed to fly but I knew how reckless Damien was as a driver and I w

MiguelThe kiss surprised me, sending sparks flying through my body and making my cock harden with blood. For a second, I sat there frozen, allowing her to kiss me, to explore my mouth with her delightful tongue. Then I realised it was not meant to be. I was not meant to allow this. It was too soon and would only ruin my plans. I was going to stop the kiss, throw her off and say something harsh but my body betrayed me. Instead of my hands pushing her away, they drew her closer, my body fought against my mind’s will to press against her body, my lips and tongue which had been dormant since, suddenly roused to kiss her back with the same ferociousness with which she kissed me. And just as my hand slipped underneath her dress and tickled her thighs, she stopped. She pulled away from me suddenly and sat down, looking out the window to avoid my gaze. I could smell her arousal so I knew it was not because she did not want me. So what was the problem? I was angry with myself only for losi

Penelope A nurse I saw rather frequently at the hospital knocked on my office door as I finished cleaning up. “Dr. Ramirez would like you to come to the special ward.”What did he want this time? It was rather strange. “Special ward?” I asked, “For?”“Well, to help a patient. To make her weaning process less painful.”Weaning process? A drug addict? Why did he need me for a drug addict? Curious, I probed further. “Do you mind giving me a little more information?”“In addition to her being a drug addict, she was a nun formerly,” that shocked me. “Maybe you could help rehabilitate her in your own way as we work towards getting her better.” “What went wrong?” “She had a fallout with her convent. She was sleeping with men, against their tenets. They kicked her out of the church, leaving her homeless and with nothing. Unable to fend for herself, things turned out like this.” That statement struck a chord in my heart. What if I turned out like that? I shook the thought quickly, not

PenelopeIt felt like I had been slapped by the silence in the luxurious corridor as the heavy metal door clicked behind me. I was left standing in the hallway of the special ward, completely alone. To say I was furious would be underplaying how I was feeling. Humiliation was a close representation. I gripped the edges of the clipboard, so furious at my sight. Pacing back and forth, noticing the polished floor, the rhythmic scuffing of my new flats, helping in no way whatsoever to calm the chaos in my chest.I couldn't shake the image of Miguel standing over Gabriella. Sister. You made it.It was a sick realization, and it hit me right in the gut: I wasn’t special to him. He had done this entire routine before, with another woman from the same church background. He had broken her down, let her succumb to her desires, and then watched as she was discarded.I couldn’t just let myself walk away and retreat like a coward, so I found myself moving down the hall toward the large, tinted ob

PenelopeI could hear Miguel had gotten home. I wanted to talk to him. To reach out and tell him he had hurt me, but my pride was far too hurt to even face him. The rain was pouring heavily tonight. Looking out the window, a familiar feeling struck my heart. Nostalgia for a time I used to party and get wild all night. I longed for the simplicity of those times. Perhaps I had missed the simplicity in my depravity. Or perhaps I had missed the blissful, fun person Miguel once was. All I knew was that the smell of rain gave me a kind of sadness. A longing for something that couldn’t be put into words. A… I wanted him. I wanted something to help me feel alive. Either that or I turned back time to when I never met Miguel. Never had to come here. The leak began somewhere above me, water. It had burrowed its way into this abode. Eating into the building’s structure over and over until it found its way in. Rendering the protection above useless. I could barely sleep. I was irritated. The