Page 3 of Sinful Doctor
“You may just want to stay out of this room,” one of them laughs, tongue in cheek.
“Theo!” Taylor’s cheeks blaze a crimson.
And I roll my lips to hide my smile.
“Honestly, I’ll crash in a hotel.”
Not that I can afford it.
“You will not. Stay here; we have book club tomorrow night then we can have a takeaway.”
I nod just as she rolls her eyes. Theo, I think, is wrapping his arms around her again and dropping his lips to her neck.
“We have work, so you’ll be here alone, what time is your appointment?” she asks half listening, half distracted by the god that is placing kisses along her pulse point.
I hear a cough behind me and see—I am assuming—Lucas, getting jealous that he is making coffee whilst his brother is having all the fun.
“Ten,” I quickly rush out and swipe my phone from the table. “Okay to use the bathroom?”
Taylor points down the narrow hallway as Lucas hands me a cup of coffee before stalking towards his girl.
Theirgirl.
Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I place my coffee and phone down and burst into tears.
Once I had showered,cried, brushed my teeth and cried some more, I walked out of Taylor’s apartment a little more composed than I was an hour ago. I had a small window before my appointment, so I grabbed myself a coffee and a croissant.
I couldn’t believe what Sloane had done.
Cheated on me, over and over.
Dipped his dick into too many vaginas and then come back for mine? The thought made my skin crawl and feel physically sick to my stomach.
Shaking my head, I dump my coffeeandmy croissant; suddenly I had lost my appetite.
Walking cautiously up to the posh townhouse, my nerves are crippling me. What if he had in fact passed something on?
What if he had in fact given me something months ago and it’s laid undetected until now?
With a trembling hand, I push the buzzer for Dr Morgan’s office.
“Yes?” the young female voice floats through the intercom.
“I have an appointment at ten a.m.,” I glance at my watch, it’s five to.
“Come in,” I hear the sound of the phone hitting the cradle before the door buzzes. I push through and take in the lavish hallway, decorated with high taste and extremely beautiful. Shrugging off my coat as I walk down the marble floored corridor my heart is banging deep inside my chest.
Turning to the left once I reach the end, I step in a pristine but cosy waiting room. The young receptionist gives me a soft nod and hands me a clipboard and pen.
Sitting carefully, I eye the room. It’s quiet, warm, and inviting.
Nothing like my old gynaecologists.
Casting my eyes down, I fill in the new patient form and hand it back to the receptionist before taking my seat again.
I’m slipping my hand into my bag to reach for my phone when an older lady stands in the waiting room.
“Harper?” she smiles towards me and I nod, standing flustered as I grab my bag and coat and walk towards her.