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I repeatedly tell myself this until I believe these unspoken words to be true. It's as if he has my heart in his hand and is physically mending the broken pieces together with a needle and sutures.

Friedrich Nietzsche once said,“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”Songs were even written about it. My heart withstood the worst heartbreaks and suffering; through it all, I am reborn, resilient, and strong.

CHAPTER 28

Eduardo

Igot Emma to change her schedule to night shifts, and I feel better knowing that she is in a somewhat secure building with video surveillance and many people who would notice her absence should it ever occur. I can tell she doesn’t like the shift as much, but after several weeks, she has developed a routine. Even the nurse she calls Satan has backed off. All he needed was a little persuasion.

I laugh at how he almost pissed his pants when I confronted him. Serves him right. She is working peacefully, free of that dickwad’s insulting behavior, and is able to be part of the much-needed ER team. Not to mention that she is also well-liked there. She has a fantastic personality, and she is hot. I hate that people ask her out or flirt with her, because it comes up when I get updates about her throughout the night. Luckily, I know that she is committed to me and that trust is something I have with her. We have history and a long-standing friendship, which are the makings of a strong future. A future that we will be able to have now.

I hate the way things happened. She was forced to leave Brownsville, but I may have never had the chance to reunite with her if not for Julian’s actions against her family and her meetingLiv in school. He is still after her, and that thought frightens me more than I care to admit. I have never had a weak spot, but now I do. I can be exploited, and they know I will do everything in my power to make sure she is safe and keep her with me always. Not from just Julian, but from the countless criminals that come into my life through our various business ventures. Enemies who wouldn’t care about using my girlfriend or, later on, my wife and kids to get what they want. I'd like to let them know what that means to hurt what’s mine.

My heart.

My life.

My future wife.

The thought brings a smile to my face.

“Eduardo? Did you hear what I said?” Helena has this shit-eating grin on her face.

“What, Helena?” I try my best to use an intimidating voice on her, but she isn’t buying it.

“Well, well, well. What has Eddie all preoccupied this morning?” she sings-songs, and my teeth grind at admitting that I was daydreaming about Emma. A beautiful short, blond-haired goddess I left this morning in my bed to sleep off her work night.

I recall her coming home. She places her bag on the foyer floor and walked into the house, removing her hair from her bun. She runs her hand through her hair and massages her scalp with her long fingers. I stand there in the kitchen, enthralled, sipping my Americano, having very impure thoughts about my girlfriend.

As if sensing these thoughts, she looks up at me and smiles the most sensual smile as she saunters over to me. I put my coffee down, and the lust that coats every pore of my body leaks my scent of arousal. She sits across from me at the counter and licks her lips. I stop the groan that threatens to escape my lipsas I look her over. “How was your night?” I ask. I always want to ask her about her work night.

She sighs. “Busy. I am glad it’s over with.” She yawns, and my heart melts.

“Are you tired, baby?”

She looks at me and gives me a slight nod. “I want to go to sleep, but I’m just so wired from our last patient. There was an accident, the patients almost died, and we barely saved their lives. It's such a good feeling, but the adrenaline rush, mixed in with the fatigue, just makes me jittery and tired at the same time. It’s like I had three espresso martini shots right before bed, ya, know?”

I shake my head, understanding the feeling. Maybe it applies to terminating a life instead of saving one, but the feeling is still the same.

“I understand, baby. I think I can help you to relax.” I walk toward her, relinquishing my firm grasp on my coffee.

“Eduardo, I am covered in gross hospital cooties.” She tries to scoot away, but I hold her in place.

“Emma, you aren’t even wearing the scrubs anymore.”

“Well, that’s because we change into some at work and back into our clothes before we leave. Most people do. Oh, except for Satan.”

I snort because she won’t let the grudge go. “I still need a shower, Eduardo. I don’t want to make you late." Her expression is sincere. “I know you are busy, and I take up a lot of your time.”

“Emma, don’t ever feel that way. You come first, and I run my own businesses. That is the perk of being the top dog.” I laugh, and she visibly calms. “Now, let me take care of you.”

I pull down her joggers and panties, inching her bottom off the barstool. They hang around her ankles, touching the floor, and I quickly remove them and her Converse sneakers. I drop to my knees and look at her above me. I kiss her foot and move myself upward, leaving a trail of kisses on her calf as I hook one leg over my shoulder. I make my way to her center, blowing a stream of air onto her core. I feel her shiver, and I look into her eyes as I make my way to part her folds.

A groan escapes me as I see her glistening pink pussy spread out for me. Her scent that is purely Emma, fills the air, and I swipe my tongue along her center, eliciting a moan from her. She slumps down a bit, trying to bring her center to me, and I hold her down with one hand splayed across her abdomen.

With her folds parted, I fuck her with my tongue. I suck on her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her cunt while curling them upward, flicking them upward to find the spot that makes her cry out. I remove my fingers and use both hands to bring her forward as I bury my face in her pussy. I hold her in place while I suck on her clit and she screams my name, holding my head in place as her body convulses.

She starts to giggle and tries backing away, but I continue to lap at her, cleaning up every bit of her cum. Her arms fall to the side, and I stand up, seeing her eye me from her slouched position. I wipe my mouth and chin. The wetness coats the back of my hand. She gives one slow exhale. I smile knowing I succeed in relaxing her.

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