Scaramouche X Dottore Novels & Stories

Juliette quickly went to the bathroom to check her face before heading to the doctor's office. My boyfriend? she blushed. My boyfriend, Lucas Verratti. I like the sound of it. 🎶 "Doctor?" Juliette shyly knocked on the wooden door. "Come in, please." A deep voice surged from the other side of the room. "Good morning, doctor." Juliette greeted the man. "Oh, we met yesterday," The doctor smiled and asked her to take a seat. "Are you Lucas Verratti’s close friend?" He asked, and Juliette simply nodded.

We had to wait for a while till we were called into the doctor's office for her results. "You must be Miss Scarlet." The doctor directed his question to Scar. This wasn't the doctor that usually checks Scar and the rest. "Yes." "Is he your husband?" He just called her 'Miss.' I shook my head. "No, he isn't. He's my boss. What does the results say?"

He didn't seem to notice, as his attention was all on Lina. “Miss Scarpinato is doing very well, sir,” she said and the way she pronounced ‘sir’, in Lina’s ears, was very suggestive. “She just needs rest. I'll prescribe some vitamins, okay?” The doctor didn't look at Lina while she spoke, only at Vince, even though he was looking at Lina. “I want to be perfectly fine. We’re getting married,” Lina said and noticed how the doctor's face showed, even if for a fraction of a second, how disgusted she was when she heard that.

"Don't do that, Doctor! You're going to leave Alpha Cedric cold outside. Let him sleep here in another chair. There! You see that chair, right? It was the perfect place for him to sleep. So let him sleep here, okay?” Doctor Gordon narrowed his eyes at Scarlett as he approached her. Now he stared at her curtly. “Do you want to have Alpha Cedric so you embarrass yourself like this? Is that why you threatened to torture Estelle to death this afternoon?” I was astonished. What did he mean? ***

I pulled on the cuff. “Let’s quickly inject him. We’re out of time,” Scar said as the man approached me. He was the same lanky doctor which treated me a few days ago while wearing his coat. I struggled, trying to make it difficult. Scar, though, restrained me as the man drew close to my neck to inject the yellow liquid into my body. BOOM! They fell to their feet when the ground trembled. “Shit!” Scar shouted as he stood up while clinging to the wall. The doctor held his head in his hands as the impact caused me to hit his head on the floor.

He screamed and two nurses rushed in with a cart and the room suddenly got crowded and busy. The Doctor and nurses hovered over her and got to work but the sight brings back bad memories and I had to step outside. "Shit, not again. I'm so fucked."

I guess he wanted us to decline, but these nurses are crazy to know more about Abby and Dustin's relationship. “Say yes!” Abby tells us, trying to get us to choose quickly and stop seeing the doctor's annoyed face. We all nodded our heads, still seeing Dr. Mark's annoyed face. So we all went to the fish pie stall, and we all couldn't stop seeing Dr. Mark's grimaces, he seemed from another world with his elegant demeanor and his dazzling face. Even the owners of the stall couldn't take an eye off his strange and strange way of behaving.

“Do you have any more questions, Marissa?” “No, doctor, thank you so much. You are a true sex diva, really! It’s a bummer that you are straight, I bet you can suck cock better than everyone else,” Was it Tristan’s imagination or did Roth actually blush at that? Roth Dimitri was NOT the kind to blush, and especially in that booth.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

I saw him drop to his knees on the flooded pavement through the rearview mirror. I lit a cigarette. Manipulation was Scarpa's greatest skill. But I was immune to it now. His love was cheap and selfish. And I, Viviana Romano, want nothing of it.