Page 8 of Heartbeat
When I closed my eyes, a pair of bright gray angry ones haunted my vision. I only met the woman one damned time, and anytime I relaxed, there she was. Irritated eyes lit with fire, tiny hands balled into fists, and those sweet, full round lips pursed in annoyance.
There were so many things I wanted to do to that smart-ass mouth. My dick itched to break the seal of her lips. I wanted to feel the hotness of her mouth as I slid in and out of it. I wanted her to feel the ropes of my salty cum slide down her long elegant throat.
I groaned for relief at the thoughts that once again flooded my brain. I wrapped my long fingers around my hardened cock. I used the water as a lubricant as I fisted my engorged dick. I pumped up and down as I thrusted my hips forward into my large hand.
My fingers tightened as I sped up my pace. I wanted to feel a tight pussy wrapped around me, but instead, I had to settle for my hand. Because the woman I wanted to fill the void of my obsession, hated me.
I could see the hate when she looked at me as she spat venom my way in defense of her sister. The shit turned me on. The memory of her turned me on. I pumped harder and faster until hot cum rushed out of my dick and down the shower drain as I groaned, “Raven.”
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The days that followed flew by in a blur of surgeries, patients, and interview prep. I know my father told me that the job was basically mine, but I still wanted to do well. Besides, my father sometimes left out pertinent information when it suited him. So, I didn’t know if he was telling the complete truth about the interview being a formality or not. I wouldn’t take the chance, so I made sure to prepare.
I already knew a lot about BHM hospital, any doctor worth his salt wanted to work there. However, I needed to know more about Alejandro Bishops. There wasn’t a lot of information about the Bishops family in general.
There were things about their business and musings about the value of their net worth. But nothing substantial about Alejandro. There was mention of his immediate family, his wife Josephine and his three daughters, Robin, Raven, and Dove.
I smirked at the names; it seemed the Bishops had a thing for birds. I continued my search. All of the daughters were very accomplished. Even the youngest was attending an esteemed university with honors. Mrs. Bishops was involved in all types of charity organizations, and although Dr. Bishops was often pictured with her, the information on him was strictly about the hospital.
The Bishops family had taken over the failing hospital and turned it into a successful private facility more than thirty-years ago. Alejandro Bishops had only been at the helm for the past ten years.
“It looks like the job was just handed to him,” I mumbled absently as I flipped through the different tabs on my computer. Alejandro was a general practitioner, and from what I could tell, he was mediocre at best. His name wasn’t listed under any awards or accolades until after he was made the head of BHM.
I shrugged. It wasn’t like nepotism was new to me. If my name wasn’t Nash, I’m sure I wouldn’t be where I am today. Or at least it wouldn’t have been as easy. I never had any real obstacles in life, but I tended to credit that to my hard work and intelligence.
I gave up on my internet search after a few minutes because mindless gossip sites kept popping up. I would have to use my charm to get me the job. It should be easy enough. After all, I am one charming motherfucker.
I close my laptop and head to my closet to pack. If I get this position, I will have to find a place to stay. I hate to move, but I can just pay for people to pack my shit up and move it for me. I’ll contact Jagger, his family owns luxury penthouse property’s on Founder’s.
The more I think about leaving, I rather like the idea. My family will be far enough to stay out of my business, and I’ll finally have the job of my dreams. If this works out, I will be on track with all of my life plans.
As I’ve said before, I like control. And now that my professional goals are aligning with my personal life, I’m beyond thrilled.
After I finished packing, I head to my ensuite to get ready for my trip. I take a shower and shave my face. I noticed that my blue eyes are bright with excitement instead of the usual exhaustion. I comb a small amount of gel into my short hair and splash on some aftershave. I dress in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt. My interview is set for tomorrow morning, so I won’t have to rush around trying to be on time. Even though the trip will be a short one because Founder’s Island is an hour ferry ride away, I don’t want to take a chance on being late.
The next day, I arrived at the hospital’s executive offices with a smile. The wanton looks I received from the women I passed by solidified what I already knew… I looked damned good. My blue button-down shirt and gray tailored suit fit my body to perfection.
I took pride in everything that I did, from my career to my appearance. I made sure that I always looked my best. It was something ingrained in me from a young age. As one of four sons, I always wanted to outdo my brothers. As I’ve grown older, I just want to outdo myself.
“Dr. Nash, I’m Felicity, we spoke on the phone.” The tall blond gave me a sultry look. I couldn’t help but notice the tight fit of her blouse and skirt that hugged her small waist and large breasts.
“Nice to meet you, Felicity.” I gave her my best professional smile.
“If you would come right this way, please. Dr. Bishops and the board are waiting in the conference room. Would you like anything to drink?” She bats her lashes flirtatiously.
“No, thank you.” I turn down her offer of a drink and anything else she may be suggesting. She just smiles as she continues on to our destination, her hips dramatically swaying.
“Well, if you change your mind…” Felicity left the invitation open, and I smirked. She opened up the door just wide enough, so I had to brush against her to get past.
She bit her lip, and I threw her a pity wink. As cute and as willing as she was, I never mixed business with pleasure. It could get too messy, and I don’t do messy.
When I entered the large conference room, I was greeted by Dr. Bishops and six others. Two of the men had to be related to Bishops in some manner because they all had those eerie-looking gray eyes.
“Dr. Nash, so happy you could be here.” Alejandro stood to shake my hand. He seemed much more relaxed than the first time I met him, so I felt a little more at ease. Maybe my father was telling the truth about this being just a formality.
“Thank you, Dr. Bishops. I’m happy to be here,” I responded with a nod.
“These are a few of BHM’s board members. Dr. Lewis Brown, Mr. Philip Davis, Mrs. Alexa Stevens, and Dr. Charlotte King.” He introduced the two men and two women to me.