Page 24 of Dr Feel Good
I started to nod again, but then said, “yes.”
“I love the taste of hot pussy,” he said, “but if you disobey me, one of the consequences is me withholding those privileges. My deprivation displeases me, so your punishment will be extra memorable.” He lifted his head, stepped back, and smiled. “Of course, you have nothing to worry about.” He swept me with a cool look. “You aren’t my type.” He indicated the toilet with a wave of his hand. “Bathroom’s yours, pet,” he said, and sauntered away.
I’d lost my mind. Or, maybe, sleep deficiency, sexual deprivation, and a lot of alcohol led me to that fucked up confrontation in the bathroom. But five minutes after I left Athena and went to the bedroom to stoke the fire for her, I still couldn’t believe myself.
First of all, as she pointed out, she was technically my patient. I knew damn well better than to cross that line. Once before, I’d almost been ruined. Then, I’d been a first-year resident, looking at the world through my wife’s poverty-stricken beginnings and hellbent on making a difference for her, our daughter, and anyone else who needed my help.
I’d wanted my money, my soap opera-like family, to mean more than luxury and excess.
But Iris betrayed me, our wedding vows, and our intimate moments. She used my genuine curiosity at her suggestion that we spice up our sex life against me. Her insistence that I issued orders like an entitled king seemed as if she gave praise where it was due. I was green, though.
So fucking green. The rope left burn marks, and my rough handling bruised her. I didn’t know how to properly care for her after we finished our role-playing. Iris swore it was fine. She swore we’d learn together.
She fucking promised that we’d one day look at our sex tape with amusement at how inexperienced we’d been.
Fucking lying, deceiving bitch.
For two days, I believed all would be well. Until Mom, Dad, and Brandon summoned me to the estate and told me Iris would file charges against me. The only way she wouldn’t was if Ihanded over millions and signed divorce papers I knew nothing about. Otherwise, she’d also release the tape.
Mom prayed over me. I swore she went on a hunger strike. She told me she’d just fasted for a month to cleanse my soul. Dad saidI told you so, which I hated more than the prayers. And Mr. Assistant DA Brandon just shook his head as if he wasn’t a flaming fuckhead with his own sordid shit to hide.
Iris left with my daughter, my son that she was due to deliver in four months, thirty million dollars, all attorney fees paid, a household staff I paid for to this day because our son had four fucking years before he turned eighteen, a new SUV every three years, and a lover she’d been fucking since we were in high school.
All because she saw me as a naïve cash cow. All because she’d been awarded a scholarship tomyexclusive high school and zeroed in on the richest freak there.
“Thanks for adding logs to the fireplace.”
I glanced over my shoulder and found Athena standing just inside the door. I glowered at her. She looked nothing like Iris, a six-foot blonde with huge tits, a small waist, and slim hips.
A little over an hour ago, I’d awakened from an uncomfortable sleep and checked her vital signs. She hadn’t even stirred.
Fine by me. I could go the rest of my life without crossing swords with her again, so I went to the kitchen and downed three glasses of bourbon, then headed to the bathroom to try and sober up. Luckily, the pipes were buried far enough underground to protect them. Besides, I always knew to let the water drip a little.
I’d lit the fireplace in the bathroom, removed my clothes, and placed a towel around my neck.
And thought of Athena, naked on my bed, trembling underneath me, without her gunshot wounds, but very much a tattooed criminal.
Did that matter to my cock? Not in the least. Before I could remind myself that I’dnevertouch her, she’d walked in. My shirt was loose and long on her, and the lamp light outlined her body. I hadn’t even seen—or remembered—her bandages.
I’d just seen her, and her golden-brown eyes so soft and inviting, her dark hair framing her lovely face in a stunning contrast to her creamy skin.
“Get in bed,” I ordered her, hoping she would stop staring at my mouth.
She backed against the wall and pointed toward the hallway. “Get out.”
“No.” She couldn’t dictate where I could and couldn’t go. Unless I made a pallet in the bathroom, this was the warmest room in the cabin. “I’m sleeping next to you tonight.”
“The hell you are!”
I nodded toward the door. “You’re welcome to find other arrangements, pet.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I most definitely would. The cabin is cold. Either we sleep next to each other and share body heat and the warmth of the fireplace, or you sleep in the living room on the sofa.”
Her look wished death upon me, but I merely lifted my brow.
“Fucking asshole,” she huffed, limping to the bed and getting in.
