Page 1 of Rounds
“Yeah, cum on this dick. Let me see how much that pussy loves what I’m doing to it,” I said in a low voice.
Charleigh was always a hell of a time whenever I met up with her. Since I didn’t have time for a relationship, fucking was always the next best thing. Being a primary care physician was taxing. Somebody always needed something. I was the one everyone had to see whether they were sick or not. Whether they needed yearly checkups, referrals, or physicals, my schedule stayed packed. Then, there was a slew of patients that needed to see me every three months because of one illness or another.
I was the best PCP in the area, and I didn’t mind acknowledging that shit. Since I was the best, I only referred my patients to the best if they needed consults with specialists. Being a primary care physician, it was my job to know a little bit about everything. I prided myself on knowing more than justa little bit. I tried not to be a know-it-all, but shit, I knew a lot about a lot, and I wasn’t afraid to say so. I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about that shit either.
“Glover! Fuuuuck!”
She was squirting. I could feel that shit hitting my legs. She always squirted. I didn’t know how every time she orgasmed her body did that, but I wasn’t complaining in the least. It lubed up her asshole nicely. I pulled out of her pussy and went straight there, pushing my dick in slowly. The beads of sweat immediately popped up on my forehead as she squirmed a bit, doing her best to take all of me without tensing up.
“Mmm . . . That’s it, Charleigh. Fuuuuuck,” I said in a low voice near her ear.
Anal sex was something I didn’t engage in often, because I didn’t want to fuck up nobody’s hemorrhoids, but Charleigh? Shiiiiiid. It seemed like her ass was made to have my dick stuffed in it. That was probably why I kept dipping back to her. I made my rounds through the community just like I made them at the hospital when I checked on patients. I didn’t have to dip back because the pickings were plentiful. The ratio of men to women was so unbalanced it was unreal. Single women and married women alike wanted to feel passion. Sometimes, they wanted to be slutted out as well. I could handle both.
When her asshole started to spasm, it pulled the nut right from me. “Oooooh shiiiiittt!” she yelled.
I rested my forehead on the back of her head for a moment, then pulled out of her, feeling a slight chill slither up my spine. I knew one day this shit was gonna have to stop, but it wouldn’t be any time soon unless I found someone as nasty and free as her ass. I was always shooting my shot and flirting, so it wasn’t for lack of trying that I hadn’t met anyone who compared. I didn’t want to catch feelings for anyone, nor did I want them catching feelings for me either. Unfortunately, I felt like it may havealready happened with Charleigh, especially when she invited me to her mom and stepdad’s anniversary party as her date.
The only chemistry I felt with her was sexual. She was a nice woman, but my feelings and my heart weren’t in it. If her aura didn’t move me before sex, then most likely, it wouldn’t move me after sex. The day it did would probably be the day that Jesus returned. Hopefully, my time on Earth would be up by then.
I rolled over to the bed as I panted slightly. Charleigh turned to me and gave me a slight smile. Her curls were all over the bed, and she looked sexy as hell.Yeah, I definitely needed to move around.“As good as this shit was, I gotta go.”
She poked out her lip as I chuckled, then lightly plucked it with my pointer finger. When I stood, she wrapped herself in the sheet. I normally stayed longer than this, but I had to pull away from her. We’d gotten to the point where we would cuddle afterwards. I felt like I was selling her false hope. Hurting her wasn’t on my to-do list. She was a sweet woman, but she knew what this was when we started. However, I didn’t want her to think things between us were changing.
“I guess I’ll be waiting for your call to see me again. I do want you to know that I met someone of interest. If we’re feeling each other as much as I think we are, then I’ll have to end this.”
Perfect.“Okay. I hope that works out for you.”
She looked away from me. I wasn’t sure if she was bluffing me or what, but I was the wrong nigga for that. Her words would be taken at face value where I was concerned. I didn’t feel anything for her beyond the physical. Caring for her came natural for me as a doctor. Everyone’s well-being was important to me, whether they were my patient or not, but my most intimate feelings weren’t involved at all.
“I hope so too,” she said softly. She looked up at me and asked, “Are you looking to settle down eventually?”
“I haven’t been looking. I’m way too busy for a relationship. This is all I can offer right now. If the woman I’m supposed to love comes along, I’m more than sure I will automatically slow down enough to be with her. Until then, I’m gonna continue doing what I do. I’m not opposed to it though.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. I wanted to be sure to let her know that she obviously wasn’t the one. Once I was done getting dressed, I leaned over and kissed her forehead and left without another word. It was good while it lasted. After getting in my SUV, I headed home. It had been a long day. I was making rounds at St. Ambrose Memorial Hospital all damn day. It seemed all my patients had shit going on at once.
There were two who had babies, one had open heart surgery, and others had less serious issues. If I didn’t see twenty people today, I didn’t see anybody. While I wasn’t the doctor that admitted most of them, I still went to check on them and make sure all was well and going like it should. Then, before I came to meet Charleigh, I had to go check on my dad. He was in a nursing facility. Whereas most people were in facilities like that because of old age or failing health, my dad had been placed there after a car accident that left him a paraplegic. My mother was killed upon impact.
He suffered a spinal cord injury that left him paralyzed from the waist down. There was no way I could take care of him properly while working as much as I did to be able toaffordto take care of him. I was their only child, so that left everything on me. It didn’t help that they didn’t have health insurance. I’d begged them to let me pay their premiums when they increased beyond their financial means, but they wouldn’t hear of it, saying they would manage without it. Now I was solely responsible for his care.
Thankfully, they still had life insurance, so when my mama passed away, I was able to cash in her policy. It was worth onehundred fifty thousand. After paying for her funeral and burial, I still had about one hundred thirty thousand left. That was nearly three years ago, though, and that money was long gone after paying Dad’s medical bills. I spent over a million just on medical bills. Once he was able to verbalize his apologies for being prideful and stubborn, he did so every time I saw him.
Medical insurance would have taken a huge load off and saved my pockets. I couldn’t get any assistance after the fact. I wished I would have gone against their wishes and paid their insurance premiums anyway. The accident happened less than three months after it lapsed. Losing my mother was hard enough, but watching my dad deteriorate right before my eyes was even harder. Stress was taking him away from me just as fast. He was constantly worried about my pockets.
I was a hard worker anyway, but knowing I had to take care of him made me work harder. He was worried that I would work myself to death on account of him. If I did, then so be it. He was the only family I had left. I had cousins, aunts, and uncles, but I was never really all that close to any of them. My parents sacrificed and sent to me some of the best schools to assure I would be educated by the best. In hindsight, it was totally unnecessary, but they did what they thought was best at the time.
I had a brilliant mind and would have learned what I was supposed to learn regardless. I was good at educating myself by reading books that weren’t assigned to me. I wanted to be the best doctor I could be. I took my oath seriously, and I refused to half-step in any capacity, whether the patient had insurance or not. My colleagues saw me as cocky, but my patients loved me, because I went above and beyond to ensure they received the best care.
When I got home, I quickly made my way inside and went straight to the shower. Charleigh’s scent was all over me. I wassuperstitious in a way, thinking if I smelled her scent for too long, I would become addicted to it. Every time I thought about that, I would shake my head at how foolish it sounded, but it didn’t stop me from showering as soon as possible. If I wasn’t worried about her catching feelings and trying to join me in the shower, I would have showered in her bathroom.
Once I was done, I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. My meals seemed to revolve around frozen dinners. Since I was always in school or at somebody’s camp growing up, I didn’t learn to cook. The only lessons I soaked up besides educational ones, was cleaning up after myself. I truly believed that was simply because of my OCD. I couldn’t stand clutter or mess. Just seeing my clothes strewn across my room gave me a headache. I would forsake sleep to make sure my clothes were washed and put away.
I rarely had time to feel lonely because of that. When I wasn’t working, fucking, or seeing about my father, I was cleaning my place. For the most part, I kept it clean or cleaned as I went throughout my day. I warmed my chicken alfredo meal and sat to eat. It was late as hell, but I refused to go to bed hungry. I tried not to eat dinner after seven. Had it not been for my fuck appointment with Charleigh, I would have eaten already. I wasn’t going to turn down good pussy, not even on my busiest day.
Sex took away stress for a while. I unloaded all my aggression, frustrations, and worries in those moments. It was the best therapy, and I didn’t have to pay for that shit. I had to sell my house to take care of my dad, literally liquidating all my assets. I refused to allow him to get second rate care. I moved into their home, since he would no longer be staying here, and made a few improvements to modernize it. I didn’t regret a moment, because my parents gave me so much with minimal means. It was time to return the love, care, and devotion.
After loading the dishwasher and starting it, I headed to my bedroom to finally get some sleep. It was close to midnight. My first appointment was at eight thirty, and I was booked the entire day. Not to mention, I would have to make rounds at the hospital after my appointments were done at my private practice. I had even accepted a position in the emergency room at the hospital on the weekends. I was definitely burning the candle at both ends, but I couldn’t let anything hinder my dad receiving the best care possible.
One of my colleagues insisted that I take him home and hire people to see after him, but I didn’t know how that would work. He said it would be cheaper, but I hadn’t had time to research that theory. I wanted my dad to be as comfortable as possible. He was in pain a lot, and I wasn’t sure how they would manage his pain from his house. Plus, I needed to still work as much as possible. There was no way I would be able to keep up with all the medical bills otherwise. I had about eight hundred grand in my savings account when the accident happened. That was long gone as well.
