Romans & histoires Doctor Romance

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

He knelt. Inside lay the Santoro matriarch’s ring. “Marry me,” Dominic said softly. “Not for the family. Not for alliances. Because I love you.” “Yes,” Juliana sobbed. “Yes.” The screen blurred. So he knew how to say it. Just never to me. The doctor watched me quietly. “I’ve seen you grow up with him,” he said at last. “You were never suited for him. I know you loved him. But he’s engaged now.”

I got into the bathroom and got myself soaked in the very warm water, letting myself heal from the hard and fast thrust Dante had given. It felt good. I stayed in the bathroom for a while and when I felt a bit better, I walked out and got ready for the day, like I had always said, my bathing sections were always therapeutic. I and Dante arrived at the hospital right in time for our meeting with the doctor. The doctor was a lady as I expected. We both walked into her office and Dante pulled out a chair like he was some gentleman. “Mr and Mrs Roma, it’s nice to have you here.” The doctor smiled at us.

I lie. "Well, I have seen with my own eyes that the two of you are truly in love. I have seen the moment that he walked through that door, your eyes lit up. I do not care what the townspeople say. I know the two of you are truly in love. Make the best of it and don't let anybody take it away from you," the doctor says. "We will not, Doc. What we have is special. Nobody can break our bond," Damon says. HE hugs me and for a second I almost believed him.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

I fell on my knees and leaned on the frame of the bed, crying softly. “Hello?” I raised my head and got up then turned around. There was a doctor at the foot of his bed, staring at me suspiciously. “Are you a relative?” I nodded. “Yes. I am his girlfriend. I am Sandy.” “Oh. The one on his emergency contact,” the young doctor said and raised a clipboard. “Doctor, what happened?” The doctor scribbled somethings on his clipboard before looking at me. “He was brought in four hours ago. His car collided with a truck according to who brought him here.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

"It's alright, baby. Shhh... it's alright. They're my parents and my sister, Dinara." The doctor approached the bed. "Sir, I need to check on your fiancee." Dominic growled. Fiancee? She looked around her. Why are they grinning? "I'm not his fiancee," Beau stated weakly. "I'm his lover." The doctor had an amused expression on her face and Dinara, his sister snorted her laughter. "You are not my lover, detka." He answered firmly. Oh. Not anymore? Hurt. She turned her attention to him while her vitals were being checked. "You don't want to anymore?" She murmured.