Possessive Doctor

Me: No way, asshole.Except he’s right. I am grinning like a moron.

Dad glances at me and shakes his head. “You gotta get off that damn phone, girl. That’s all you do. Stare at your phone and smile at it like a moron. You need to be pretty for that boy, you hear? Make him like you. Marry him, give him babies, and we’ll be set. We’ll be rich. I’ll make sure you get taken care of, Amber, you hear me? You do this, you’ll be taken care of. You’ll get anything you want. Anything at all.”

I barely hear him. My blood’s rushing through my body in big pulsing beats. I can’t believe this is really happening and it’s really happening now. I look back at my texts from Brent but I can’t keep it up right now.

Dad gives me another suspicious glance, frowning at my phone, but then concentrates on the road ahead.

It’s nice, flirting with Brent. He seems to actually care about my well-being, unlike my father, unlike everyone in my life. Right now, I’m just some pawn in his little game. He wants to marry me off like this is the Middle Ages or something like that. He’ll marry me off to that random boy and he’ll roll in his money.

That’s all he cares about. Making money and making as much as possible.

And I’m stuck. Especially with this injury, I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do, don’t know where to go. Even if I could run, I don’t know how to get away.

I’m trapped. And if I don’t figure it out, I’m going to be trapped for the rest of my life, until death do I part from those assholes.4BrentI wake up early and make some coffee. I check my phone and smile at the text from Amber.Amber: Morning. Been thinking about me today?

Me: Could’ve been. I think I had a dream.

Amber: Yeah? Tell me all about it.

Me: It was dirty. I don’t know if you want to hear it.

Amber: Dirty? Please. That’s the only kind I want to hear about.

Me: Well, we were in the gym together. You were naked and we were doing our stretches… except we were fucking too. You were moaning my name over and over again, breathing hard, sweating a little bit. But we got interrupted, I forget why.

Amber: Damn. Interrupted. Of course.

Me: I wonder what it means. Even my brain’s trying to cock block.

Amber: Maybe that’s your sense of ethics getting in the way?

Me: Nah. Doubt it.I make my breakfast and eat alone in my kitchen, feet up on a chair. I smile and text back and forth with Amber all morning before I have to go into the clinic.

It’s been going like this for days. It’s strange, going back and forth via text. All I want to do is see her, kiss her, fuck her, taste her. But I know I can’t do any of that the next time we meet.

She’s still a client. Flirting the way I am is a huge ethical violation and I know it. Taking it to the next level would be way worse.

Still, I don’t mean to take advantage. I think she needs my help for real and I’m going to find out how.

It’s just a nice little bonus that I want to fuck her tight, gorgeous little body.

The day drags. I check my phone for texts and one pops up around noon.Amber: You know, it’s going to be weird when I come in tomorrow, right?

Me: Why would it be?

Amber: Because we’ve been texting…

Me: So what? I don’t mind if you don’t.

Amber: It’s not that I mind. But you’re my doctor.

Me: I’m also a person, you know.

Amber: Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean, that makes it worse.

Me: Okay, look. We’ll just pretend like we haven’t been texting, okay? We won’t mention it. I’ll be thinking about it, but I won’t say anything.

Amber: Yeah? I could do that.

Me: Good.

Amber: But you’ll be thinking about it… how?

Me: Oh, you know. All those filthy messages you’ve been sending.

Amber: I haven’t sent any filthy messages!

Me: Are you sure? I think you sent me a few yesterday. There was begging involved.

Amber: I did not beg.

Me: But you will.

Amber: You are such an asshole.

Me: And you love it.I head back to my next client with a smile on my face. The day rushes by and I go home still grinning to myself. We don’t text for the rest of the night and in the morning there’s only one thing in my mind: seeing her.

It’s weird. I’m excited to see her in a way I’ve never felt before. I want to see her, touch her, kiss her. I can’t do that stuff, at least nothing beyond being professional. I’m going to pretend like we haven’t been texting, because I know it’s what she wants.