Possessive Doctor

I laugh and take her arm, helping her limp down the hallway. I see her outside and she gives me another one of those gorgeous smiles.

“See you next time,” she says.

“See you then.”

I turn and head back inside.

I wish I had done more. I wish I told her that I want her. I wish I had kissed her, taken her into my office, cleared my desk, fucked her. I wish I had gotten her off so hard she blacked out.

Instead, nothing.

I’m not letting this go. I’m going to have her. I just have to figure out a way to do it where I’m not risking my job and my medical license.

Sooner or later, I’ll have her. I just need to figure out how.5AmberI wake up early the next morning still thinking about Brent.

The way he looks at me drives me wild. When he was massaging me on that table, his hands strayed closer and closer to my ass, and I wanted him to grab it. I wanted him to smack it. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, pull my hair. But every time I’m in that gym with him, we’re surrounded by other people.

And then he ruins it by asking about the accident.

I need him to stop questioning it. Or maybe I don’t want him to stop. Maybe I want him to keep asking, because I desperately want someone to figure it all out. I just don’t know how.

I close my eyes and sigh. I struggle out of bed, leg throbbing. I go through my morning routine, basically doing it on one leg. When I’m done, I head downstairs and into the kitchen.

My father’s there, which surprises me. He’s usually out at the job site this early.

“Morning,” he grunts. “Hungry?”

“I guess.” I sit down. “What’s the occasion?”

“Heard back from Dave.” He grins at me. “We’re a go.”

“We’re… what?”

“We’re doing it. That boy of his negotiated some terms for the two of you, I think you’ll be happy to hear. Gets you both a piece of the pie, so to speak. Smart kid. I was wondering if you’d do the same, but it’s too late now. We’re all set. It’s all in ink.”

“Dad.” I stare at him, heart pounding. “What are you saying?”

“You’re marrying that boy. It’s happening. We just need to pick a date.” He laughs. I don’t think I’ve seen my dad this happy in a long time. “You want to plan the wedding or should I have someone else do it? We’re going to be rich as sin, Amber. We can hire anyone to do it. Get you whatever you want. This wedding is going to be special, girl.”

“Dad.” I shake my head. “I can’t… what? You really want me to marry that kid?”

His eyes go dark. “The boy’s name is Michael. Your fiancé. He’s coming over later with a ring and you’d better fucking take it.”

“Dad.”

He steps toward me. “You want to do this again?” he growls.

I flinch back from him. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. Know your place, Amber. Do as I say.”

“I just… I don’t know him. I don’t want to marry him. Not even for money.”

“It’s always about money. It’s all about money. That’s the only damn thing worth anything in this world.” He shakes his head, disgusted. “Don’t you get that? You don’t matter, Amber. You don’t matter without money.”

I want to be sick. I feel dizzy. I get up and move away from him. “I can’t.”

“You fucking can and you will.”

I shake my head and limp away. My dad comes up behind me and grabs my arm. I stumble, putting too much weight on my leg, and groan in pain.

His hand grips my hard.

“Don’t fuck this up.” I smell whiskey on his breath. It’s barely nine in the morning. “You hear me, Amber? You remember what happened the last time you argued with me about this. So don’t fuck it up.”

He lets me go roughly. I stumble and drop to the floor. I bite back tears as pain flares up my leg. He stares at me, disgust on his face. “I’m going to work,” he says.

He turns and leaves without another word. I sit on the floor and cry, sobbing harsh tears of shame and hate and pain.

It takes me a little while to get it together. Eventually, I’m back on my feet. I head into my room and shut the door. I lock it and collapse into bed with a groan. My leg aches like crazy.

I grab my phone. I find Brent’s number.Me: I want to see you. Can you meet me today?

Brent: Where and what time?

Me: I don’t know. Anywhere. Anytime. Can you meet me?

Brent: There’s a diner a few minutes from the clinic. Called Cross Keys. Come meet me there around eleven. Can you do that?I stare at my phone then nod to myself. I don’t have my own car. But I can get an Uber. I can figure this out.