Page 45 of Little Sunshine

Ignored my needs.

“Not yet.” Dr. Pierce grabbed a metal tray and pulled it closer. “The most effective way to boost these levels is via a shot.” He looked over his shoulder at me before adding, “In the buttock.”

That’s why he told me to control myself.

He thinks I’ll lose my shit over him seeing and touching her ass.

To be fair, I was already possessive of the woman I barely knew, but not so bad that I’d try to stop the doc from treating her.

He started to explain what he was giving her and any side effects, but Mila didn’t seem to care. Didn’t question. Still didn’t look at me. Stone-faced, she rolled in bed like it was nothing.

Dr. Pierce’s body blocked hers as he gave her the shots.

The second he finished, she asked, “Now am I good to go?”

“Almost.” He put some space between them but stayed seated at her level. “Mila, we noticed some severe bruising on your breasts during your exam. I need to know if they?—”

Bruising.

Breasts.

Fucking fuck.

Pierce hadn’t been worried about the shot in her ass. It was how I’d react to these questions. To her answers.

“No,” she interrupted.

He kept his voice soft and matter of fact. “If they did, we need to start you on some precautionary medications and run a?—”

“They didn’t. I’ve never even…” Her swollen eyes finally went to me, her face flushing.

It took a second to understand why she looked embarrassed. To get what she was saying.

Seeing I had zero reaction to her admission, Mila returned her focus to the doctor. “I swear it. They didn’t get that far.”

They didn’t get that far.

Her words kept cycling in my head, but I heard what wasn’t there.

They didn’t get that far.

But they would have.

Mila’s eyes shot back to me as I shoved my hands in the pockets of my slacks to stop myself from chucking something across the room. It took every fucking ounce of control I had, but I kept my expression blank. Relaxed. I stayed where I was when all I wanted to do was pull her to me and tell her all the ways I’d make those motherfuckers pay.

In graphic detail that still wouldn’t come close to what I’d do once I found them.

Standing, Pierce dropped needles in the bin and looked at me. “Because of her concussion, I’ll give you a list of things to watch for.”

Mila gave a little scoff. “That’ll be difficult for him to watch for anything since I don’t plan to ever see him again.”

Oof, my fucking pride.

Pierce’s words were firm. “You have to stay with someone.”

“I have a roommate,” she said instantly. “He’ll wake me up and make sure I’m not dead.”

She’d kill in a poker tournament.

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