Doctor Romance Novels & Stories

“And our little member is perfect. Size, health and everything.” I smiled so hard my cheeks ached, looking up at my husband. "Did you hear that, Dante? He is perfect." Dante finally blinked, turning his dark eyes down to me. "Of course he is perfect, tesoro. He is yours." Romeo let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "Please, spare me the romance in my own clinic," Romeo teased. "Now, let's talk about the rules for the next few months." Dante’s posture instantly changed. He stood up straighter, slipping right back into his terrifying CEO mode.

I believed I could remain untouched, detached and professional till the end of the contract. Then, I met Damon exactly three days later. He had walked into the hospital office very charming and bossy, wearing a charcoal suit, eyes cool, and assessing at same time. “So you’re the doctor my grandfather arranged for me to marry.” “You make that sound romantic when you say it that way.” “It’s not.” He was honest, and very blunt, and I respected that. “You don’t have to do this if you don't want to,” I told him, even though I saw it as an escape from my reality.

The same thing if held the first time they’d met, the first time she had flirted with him from across the bar. The knock on the door disrupted the small moment they had. Rosa beamed inside, it was good they got disrupted, she could not risk bringing back the thoughts of that night, not now,not ever. Things would never be like that again between them, he made that clear enough. “Hello RosaLina, hello Damon.” “Hello,” Damon said with a steady voice. “Hello, doctor Adam,” Rosa said with a smile as the doctor walked in. Relieved that he has a smile on today.

While I dreaded the sickening thought, as they both walked away, leaving just the two of us behind. As soon as their out of sight I drop my constructed facade. “Let me make this clear Mr. Romero. Hell will freeze over before I agree to marry you. Not only do you exude arrogance like a crown on your head, but you dear sir are.... insufferable”. I scornfully pronounced, gesturing wildly with my fingers as my irritation consumed me. Merely raising his eyebrows, unfazed. “Now, now,” Dante said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he leaned in close. “Don’t be so dramatic. It's not like you were ever my first choice, but here we are”.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

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Just muttered, “I’d like to see him try touching you wrong.” The doctor raised a brow. “You two together?” I choked on my own spit. Roman coughed. “No.” We both spoke at the same time. I added, “God, no.” Roman added, “Not yet.” There was a beat. The doctor smirked. “Okay, well, there’s a lot of tension here. I’m going to pretend I didn’t walk into a CW drama and continue my job.” Roman cleared his throat and backed away a step, rubbing the back of his neck. I stared at the ceiling, trying not to blush so hard my bruises turned magenta.

When he laid me on his bed, his eyes roamed over my body with a type of hunger that made me shiver in anticipation. "You're mine," he stated. His voice was filled with desire. "No matter what happens, always remember that, Flora." "I'm yours," I agreed, pulling him down to me. "And you're mine too." What followed was everything I had imagined in my most secret thoughts and so much more. He was passionate, intense, at times gentle but never hesitant. Dante Romano made love the way he did everything else; with absolute dedication and mastery. Later, as we lay tangled in his sheets with my head resting on his chest, I finally allowed myself to acknowledge the truth.

he stammered. “ I said they can wait!” I rasped without paying attention to what he said. A second passed and I apologized to him. That's when I heard someone cough. The doctor looked in the direction and quickly excused himself, wearing a thin smile. “ Oh my God, Roman and Dominic Lunar…here.” “ I told you he wasn't listening to the doctor,” Roman said to Dominic and stretched his hand for a handshake. The rumours were right about both men. One is warm, and the other, icy cold.

In the night, after the wedding, my room was lit with candles and some decorations, that's my mum doings, I know for sure, the door knob twisted and in no time, Emily walked in, her makeup gone and her natural beauty that's always put me in awe, regardless of my interest in men, sparkles in the dim light, her bright smile made me sick, and reminded me of how selfish I am. “Do you want some cappuccino”? She asked, avoiding directly looking into my eyes, I picked up my jacket and put it on, her look was wary and I turned around to look at her. “Be the Mrs Moore you and your father both wanted” I said and saw her face twisted in horror. I can't just brush off the fact that Rodri is the best thi