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Kasia

I was laughing because I finally discovered Kyle's real name. He told me his name was embarrassing, and his sisters got the better end of the stick.

Kyle pouted. "Kasia, die."

I shrugged. "Othello, don't be mad."

"This is your fault, Silver." Kyle, Othello, whatever the fuck his name was, growled at the man I had forgotten about.

He kept his gray eyes on me, ignoring his brother. I frowned, furrowing my brows. "Kyle, you said you had four sisters."

Kyle scratched the back of his head as The man—Silver lit a cigarette. "No, he has four brothers. No sisters." He said gruffly, puffing out smoke.

"Listen, bitch. I'm the only lady in the house. I want sisters."

I facepalmed. "Do you identify as a woman?"

"No, bitch, I identify as a gay lady."

I gave him a blank stare. "I'm not doing this with you today, Kyle. And I'm definitely not going to be talking to you, Mr. Moretto. You have a wife and daughter."

"She's not my wife. She's the mother of my child."

I paused. But why did I? Why should I care? I don't know this man, and he should stay a one-night stand.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "They've been co-parenting for ten years. Ask him if he knows her name."

"I do." He side-eyes his brother. "She told me an hour ago, Nala."

Kyle laughed, clapping his hands. "Natalia, bitch."

Silver doesn't have an ounce of care in his body. "Whatever. I came here for you."

"You don't know me!" I exclaim.

He squinted. "I don't care. I want you, and I'm going to have you."

"Do I look like a doll at Toys R Us? No, you can't have me."

He raised an eyebrow, amusement glimmering in his eyes. "No?"

"No!" I stomped my foot like a child.

He nodded slowly, his beautiful hand rubbing his bottom lip. "I specifically remember that word before I fucked you."

Kyle snickered as I looked away. "T–that was a weak moment. Fuck you and fuck you to bitch."

Kyle raised his hands up, but I stormed back into my room and slammed the door. "I hate my life," I said to myself, throwing off my scrubs. What I needed was a shower and a good night's rest. I was about to throw off my bra and underwear, but my door opened unexpectedly before I could even react to anything.

"What–? Why are you here?!" I said, exasperated.

"Stop asking me the same question over and over again–I don't repeat myself." He said, his gaze combing over my body.

"Please leave, sir." I pointed to the door, looking at the floor.

"Silver," he said, stalking closer toward me. "My name is Silver."

"Ok, nice to meet you. Now leave." I tried to be brave, but every time he took a step, I took two back. My ass hit my wall, and I gasped in surprise. "Do not do this," I begged, searching his unreadable eyes, knowing I couldn't say no.

His effect on me is...not normal.

"Your brother is in the other room," I said cautiously as his hand softly trailed my neck.

"Let me fuck you again." He said crudely.

"No." I shook my head.

His hand went around my neck softly. "Let me taste you again."

I shook my head, trembling with arousal. "No. Leave."

He backed up a bit and sighed. "Flash your tits."

I sighed, facepalming. "N–fine, will you leave?"

He nodded, and I pulled down my bra, leaving him to stare at my hardened nipples on my big ass boobs, but instead of leaving, he came closer.

"Wait–you said you'd leave!" I whined.

He gave me a blank expression. "I lied. Obviously."

"What do you want–?"

"Give me a kiss, and then I'll leave." He whispered his large hand on my boobs.

"No," I said with a glare blazing back into his mesmerized eyes.

"No?"

I turned my face away. "No–"

He pulled my face back and kissed me anyway. It was short, sensual...sexual.

His blessed lips caressed mine in such a sexually passionate way; his thumbs played with and tugged on my nipples, making my back involuntarily arch as I gasped into the kiss.

It was also dreadfully short.

I know I said no, but I wanted more. More than I should have wanted.

I want to have the self-control I used to have. The self-control that somehow vanishes around this man.

What the hell is he doing to me?

He licked his lips, satisfied. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes like a child, pulling up my bra. "No."

He chuckled, looking like a fine specimen. I think I busted in my underwear. "No?"

"N–stop!"

He smirked, which he does beautifully, by the way. "I will see you, Kasia." He said before leaving my room.

Why was his tone terrifyingly reassuring? Please don't tell me I'm going to be seeing him in fucking Walmart.

I looked down at my painfully hard nipples that were still thinking about him.

About Silver.

Oh, I'm fucked.

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"Damn, what happened to you?" I asked as Latara came into the locker room bloody.

"A patient's vein busted during surgery. Got all over me."

"Was it a successful surgery?"

She nodded, sighing. "Barely. The patient, a fifty-five-year-old man, Tom Baker, has diet problems."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"

"Meaning he probably hadn't eaten anything that wasn't a cheeseburger since nineteen-ninety-five when he was about five. And the funny part is, he's not fat or overweight. It's his cholesterol and blood pressure."

"Jesus."

Latara nodded. "Yea, it's crazy."

We both walked out of the locker room together. "I hope he gets better."

"He's going to be right back here if he can't stop himself. I might have to recommend him to a therapist because it's ridiculous."

"You should. It's not healthy."

Latara shook her head. "Why are old men so fucking stubborn. Mr. Baker doesn't deserve to die. He's a nice man. Reminds me of my father. But it seems like the man is trying to kill himself."

My eyes widened when I saw Latara was actually on the verge of tears. "You want a hug?" I asked softly.

She shook her head. "Nah, you know I'm not a touchy person. I just–" She abruptly stopped when I hugged her anyway, frozen. Her body suddenly shook in tears as she cried into my shoulder.

I knew her father was a sensitive subject. He died on the way to her graduation from medical school. Her mother had died after giving birth to her, and her dad was her only family.

"Your dad is proud of you and what you've become, Latara. Remember that."

Latara pulled away from me, wiping her tears and smiling. "I'm sorry. He just–Mr. Baker brought me a wave of nostalgia."

"I get it," I nodded. "You don't have to be sorry. Go take a break, have the other cardiologists do their job for once."

Latara frowned. "You know I'm one of the youngest doctors. I gotta show up–"

"Go and rest. I'll print out a list of therapists for Mr. Baker, and you can show him tomorrow."

Latara sighed, nodding. "Ok," she whispered. "Thank you."

I smiled. "Of course,"

Latara quickly took off for the break room, not wanting anyone to see her in this state. I've known Latara for three years; I was her intern, and I've never seen her cry.

Even when she was telling me what happened to her mother and father, she had a stoic expression and just kept it pushing.

I always envied her relationship with her parents because they loved her.

My parents never accepted me. They were both models, and their daughter didn't even reach five foot nine. I was not skinny, not even ideal for a model.

They knew I wasn't their ideal daughter, even at three years old.

My parents decided to try again, and they had twins. A boy and a girl who were just perfect. Skinny, tall, beautiful. My siblings had never joined Mom and Dad in degrading me.

My sister told me how much she wanted an ass like mine just to make me feel better.

But it didn't. It just proved that they both pitied me.

Kishma and Winston were the twins my parents had after me. They're twenty now, probably in the West Indies, having the best time of their lives.

I was on my way to Analia's room when I heard sniffling and crying in another room. It was the room of a boy who recently died. I quietly walked in, furrowing my brows when I saw the ten-year-old girl crying over the little boy, holding onto her IV.

"Analia?"

"Dr. Kasia." She wiped her tears, looking at the boy. "Do you ever feel unwanted?"

I furrowed my brows. "Why do you say that?"

"My mom and dad fight all the time. Sometimes dad is really...um, far away, and mom is just mean. I only feel loved sometimes, but it's once in a blue moon that Dad actually spends time with me other than getting me a box of donuts."

I sighed, it was a little awkward to talk to the daughter of the man I let fuck me, but I shook it off anyway. "It doesn't mean that they don't want you."

Analia sniffed. "They keep on fighting. I wasn't born out of love like my friends. I don't think I was supposed to be born."

I walked up toward her and pulled her away from the boy. "Analia, you might have been...made by accident, but your dad and your mother love you. They just don't love each other, so it's hard."

Analia turned to me slowly and hugged me. "I miss when mom used to hug me."

I frowned. "Oh darling," I didn't know what I was doing or how I was doing it, but I was making her feel better. "Let's go back to your room."

Analia nodded, looking back at the boy. "I hope you're in a better place with God," she whispered, pulling the blanket back over his head.

I smiled. "Me too," I agreed solemnly. 

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