The Doctor Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

“Who was the doctor? Who did those tests?” He blinked. “Um… what?” “The doctor who did those tests—I want his name,” I said firmly. He swallowed. “W-why? What does it have to do with our business deal?” I shrugged as my lips formed a cold smirk. “You've just offered me Lillian Hayes's medical issue on a silver platter. I haven't thought you would have a problem with telling me her doctor's name.” A drop of cold sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. “N-Nicolas Rogers… He was my wife's—my ex-wife's—doctor. I personally know him… He's a great specialist.”

Chapter 139 Locke McNeil was already waiting in their usual corner booth. But this time, he wasn't alone. A woman sat beside him. She had the nervous energy of someone who'd rather be anywhere else, her hands clasped tightly on the table. Nikolai slid into the booth across from them, eyeing the stranger warily. "Who's this?" "Someone you need to hear from," McNeil said. "This is Dr. Sheila Morrison. She has been an attending physician at Springfield General."

*** I watched with a bit of concern as Nikolay looked towards the corner of the room with an empty expression, while rhythmically tapping his leg. Something was wrong, it was evident from miles away, but I was sure it wasn't something I could ask about during my appointment with my new doctor. When Nikolay told me she was an expert, I expected an older woman, maybe even with some gray hair. What I definitely didn't expect was a tall, beautiful, blonde, and noticeably young doctor. Yes, it was quite a surprise.

He asked worried filled his voice. The doctor sighed “My name is Dr. Lee, Will you follow me.” The doctor said turning around. Niky reached out to Dr. Lee and grabbed his arm. “I understand you concern but this is something I don’t think you would want to talk about in front of other people.” Dr. Lee said, Niky nodded then released his arm and followed him. They caught the elevator then went to an empty room. Dr. Lee then told him to sit. “Where’s Kairi I want to see Her!” Niky yelled.

“I want to meet Dr Hector Jones.” “He is in the surgery room. Please be seated in the waiting room. He will shortly meet you.” The receptionist informed Nikolas. “So you mean to say Mollie Greenfield has been taking treatment at your hospital for the past two years and she is not psychologically stable to give her statement in the court.” Nikolas towered over him exuding the image of strife. The physician was already shaken up. “Yes.” This time his reply was weak and guarded. “I wonder how much Sherlyn paid you to prove her evil daughter innocent.” Nikolas’s question was straight, hitting the bullseye that made the doctor once again boil in the sweat of crucification.

I needed… me back. *** The next day, I found myself standing outside a small, discreet clinic tucked between two apartment buildings downtown. A white sign read: “Dr. Adrian Cole — Specialist in Women’s Health & Confidence.” My hands shook as I pushed the door open. The faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic hit me immediately, tangling with the memory of Ethan’s cologne, the lipstick, the betrayal. My stomach twisted. “Can I help you?” a receptionist asked, smiling warmly. “Yes… I have an appointment with Dr. Cole,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I stood up from the argument, it was so hard that I acted when the skirt was too tight! “Doc, please forgive my nephew, he’s just really naughty,” Tit said with a smile to the handsome man with the big bulge. Damn. What? Doctor? A handsome man with a big bulge?! I repeatedly stare at his bulge. The size really is! No wonder this handsome man with a big bulge is a doctor because most of the doctors in the hospital are handsome. It’s just surprising that he’s a doctor because of the size of his bulge, such a bulge for pornstar!

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

“Jess got a call and was livid. I would like for my best friend and the love of my life to be somewhat civil toward each other, and I’m aware that’s going to take time, but Jesus, Ashton. Taking Molly from the hospital when she was still unconscious?” My gut shifted. “Did the doctor call or did Sloane?” He held my gaze for a beat. “Dr. Nea Sandquist has become somewhat friendly with Jess, but no, the doctor is as terrified of me as she is of you.” So the nurse. Good to know. “I see,” I replied. He snorted. “You don’t see shit. Sloane is close to Jess, was close to Kelly. She used to volunteer at the hospital. Her death hit Sloane hard too.”

He wrapped his arms around Khloe from behind and kissed her cheek. Leaning back into his embrace, Khloe casually set her phone on the coffee table. "Charlotte also mentioned something else," she said, tilting her head. "Remember the medical team that cared for you before? There's a female doctor named Anna Reid. She came to see me at the office today, saying she had some alternative remedies she wanted to try on you." Nick paused mid-motion, his brow barely furrowing. "Anna?" He repeated the name in a flat tone, betraying no emotion.