Page 18 of Forbidden Love

“Okay, you can text me your address. I can come pick you up. I know a place that won’t feel like we’re still in the hospital.” He chuckled.

“I don’t care where it is,” I said honestly, stepping beside him next to the sink.

“As long as nobody is flatlining next to us.” I sighed.

He chuckled under his breath as we washed our hands in silence. Our eyes met in the mirror above the sink. His gaze was direct, laced with softness.

“You okay, Yeremy?”

“No, but I will be…today was just a lot,” I admitted.

Water trickled down my forearms, the scent of antiseptic creeped up my nose. A lot of doctors and nurses were immune to it all; death, blood, and the pain that reeked from patients’ family members whenever bad news was delivered. I was always left wishing that I had magic powers to heal everyone. I always gave every patient my all because they mattered in the moment. It’s what I got paid to do but I also had a passion for it. Dr. Larae and I exchanged numbers. I never thought about asking him why he wanted to take me out to eat. The look he gave me when we walked out of trauma bay answered that question. Dr. Larae liked what he saw, he was handsome as hell with a good ass career.

My dad would love seeing him come to the house to pick me up. It was sad that I even entertained the thought of dating Dr. Larae just to please Casper. At the same time, maybe it was a good idea to date someone different. Especially after getting my heart ripped out by Ramsey, and my pussy beat down by Sol…I couldn’t get Sol off my mind to save my own life… This dinner was probably what I needed after all.

Chapter 11

Sol

Soon as I parked my car in the front of Casper’s house, his maid was already waiting at the front steps like she had been watching me on camera. Esmeralda was beautiful and quiet, she been with Casper for over a decade. She minded the business that paid her and made everyone feel at home from the time you walked into his house. Her hair was wild and curly today; most of the time it slicked back into a low ponytail.

Esmeralda had to be in her late forties or early fifties. Truth is, she didn’t look a day over thirty. She smiled at me as I walked up.

“Mr. Casper is expecting you,” she said softly in her thick native tongue.

I stepped past her on the marble floors and inhaled the air that smelled like Cuban cigars mixed with weed and cinnamon candles. I followed her down the long hallway until we reached double doors that opened out to a patio. It didn’t take long for me to spot him in his laid-back zone.

Casper’s salt and pepper hair was slicked back as he leaned his head back in the built in jacuzzi. Steam curled around him as he blew smoke into the night air. On the other side of him was two naked dark chocolate women. One laid eyes on me thenleaned over to lick his chest as the other started massaging his shoulders.

Casper looked up at me over the rim of his dark shades and smiled wide. He took his cigar out of his mouth and lifted it toward me.

“My boy!” His deep voice boomed.

He stared at me with pride and joy as he motioned for me to come closer.

“I see you living good, old man.” I chuckled.

“Always…today’s just a special day. Yeremy is finally making me proud of her.” He took a long pull from his cigar.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, a square ass nigga knocked on the door an hour ago. Introduced himself as Dr. Larae.”

I raised a brow and slid my hands into my pockets. She was already trying to throw the pussy on another nigga after I dicked her down real proper like.

“A doctor.” He chuckled through the thick cloud of smoke he blew out.

“He a pretty boy mixed kind of nigga with green eyes. He makes an honest living so that’s all that matters. Nigga looked me in the eyes and told me about his interest in her. Yeremy was happy too, she kept blushing when she came down the steps.”

“So you throwing a jacuzzi party because she went out on a date with a doctor? That don’t mean he’s a good nigga, Casper.” I shook my head in disbelief at his logic.

“He’s a good nigga…better than us. What’s the worse he can do?” Casper closed his eyes, enjoying the massage one of the women gave him.

“It’s all kinds of shit that his square ass can do. She’s the daughter of the infamous Casper. He can’t protect her or none of the shit niggas like us can do.”

“Yeah, that is true… very true, Sol. But he damn sure wouldn’t try to kidnap her for ransom money like that bum Ramsey.” Casper opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes.

“That square nigga don’t know shit about me and my lifestyle. His resume will be on my desk before me and these hoes board the private jet in the morning. Since you so worried about Yeremy…that brings me to the reason why I called you over in the first place.” He smirked.

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