Page 27 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
“Son of a bitch!” Aries growled.
"Morton Chivy is a fucking snake," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "He's trying to connect a ruptured gallbladder to your hip replacement."
"That's ridiculous," Aries said, running a hand over his beard again. I noticed he does that when he’s frustrated or deep in thought. "Those two things aren't even remotely related."
"Exactly. And that's what we'll argue. But more importantly, I can use this to show the court that Chivy is deliberately trying to mislead and manipulate the facts." I typed furiously on my laptop, making notes for my motion. "This actually gives us more ammunition than I expected."
Aries leaned closer to look at my screen. The scent of him—a mixture of my soap and something distinctly him—was distracting, but I forced myself to focus.
"So, what do we do next?" he asked.
"We pounce as soon as this sham of a complaint gets filed with the court. I’ll have my assistant stalking the docket, and run down to court to get a copy. If I’m right about his underhanded tactics, he’s going to try and have you served at the hospital to create more chaos and a big news story. I know you’re not going to like this next part…” I trailed off, already seeing the fight enter Aries's eyes.
“What are you about to say, Skylar?”
“You should cancel all of your surgeries until I get the answer filed. Let’s not give him his little five minutes of fame.”
“No.”
“I knew you were going to say that.”
“Because you know enough about me by now to know that I’m not no fucking pussy.”
“Why Dr. Aries Yerba! Such a potty mouth you have. What happened to that refined educated medical professional?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Sky. I’m not cancelling my surgeries.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew that was going to be a battle I wouldn’t win. “Fine. But you have to go into the hospital before the sun rises, go straight to the O.R. floor, and do not leave said floor. That’s the only way I will agree to not cancelling your day.”
Aries let out a loud sigh, but with the way his shoulders sagged, I knew he would do as I suggested… no, ordered—because it wasn’t a fucking option. Aries could stay the fuck away from the hospital, or he could go into the hospital and live on the O.R. floor until I said otherwise.
“I’m tired of saying this, but fine, you win.” Before a smile could grace my lips, Aries added, “You better keep that smirkburied, or else I’m going to bend you over this fucking sofa and fuck the shit out of you.”
Shit. Did the temperature suddenly increase twenty degrees in my house? Scorching heat quickly consumed me, and my pussy was doing flutters at the thought of being on the receiving end of that threat.
Down girl!I ordered my pussy. She was purring, and ready to fall back into Aries’s lap.
“No smirking. I promise!” I told him.
Monday as expected, was an absolute shit show. Press surrounded the hospital trying to get information on themedical malpractice suit of the year.It was so bad that I had to throw in an unplanned press conference.
“Why is Dr. Yerba not out here speaking up for himself?” A reporter asked when I was wrapping up the press conference. I refused to hold it inside the hospital, eliminating the possibility of anyone trying to sneak off and play Private I.
So, as I stood wanting to escape the morning chill, my blood instantly boiled at the dumb ass question.
“Because that is my job. If doctors had to take time away from saving lives for frivolous lawsuits, then how would I fill my day?” Before the reporter could follow my statement with something even dumber, I added, “And that was a rhetorical question. No need for a response. You all have a good day. I sure do hope you find more interesting stories to go after today.”
There wasn’t shit else let to say. I already allowed the reporter to bait me into saying more than I normally did, but the attack felt personal. Probably because of the feelings that were blowing me away when it came to Aries. The way I began to careabout him overnight—literally over night because a week ago he got on my last damn nerve—should be studied.
I shoved through the glass doors of the hospital, my heels clicking against the marble floor with more force than necessary. The press conference had gone better than expected, but that last question still had my jaw clenched tight. The audacity of some people never ceased to amaze me.
My phone buzzed in my purse, and I pulled it out to see a text from Aries.
Dr. Arrogant:Saw the press conference on the break room TV. You handled that beautifully. Thank you.
The tension in my shoulders eased slightly. At least he appreciated my efforts, even if some jackass reporter wanted to question why he wasn't out there defending himself.
Me:Just doing my job. How's your day going? Any unwanted visitors?
