Loving the Doctor

Chapter 7 – Having a heart to heart with Beckett

Chapter 7 – Having a heart to heart with Beckett

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POV

So that is her… That is the women that hurt Damon so much that he has become emotionally unavailable… Because of her the man I love will not even look my way.

She is not even that hot. She has a mom bod, and she has got a freaking kid. How can he be into her when she is not even his type. He is not into women with dark hair. He loves blonde. That is why I dyed my hair blonde. Yet he still has not noticed me.

I have watched Dr Damon Deacon King sleep with multiple women over the years, I was the first girl he has slept with since her… He got drunk one night and told me his sap story about how she never came back, and I fell in love with him. Yet he does not remember our night together. I have been trying to recreate our night ever since. But he has not looked at me since that night.

I do not know what spell that woman has over him, but he is mine. Mine! Mine! Mine! This s**t stops today from today onward she is not going anywhere near my man, I will make sure she never gets near him!

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Damon King

POV

Seeing Jess messed with my head. I had to ask for the rest of the day off which is something I never do, there was no f*****g way I was going to risk someone’s life because my head was a f*****g mess.

I log into my group chat with my brothers and ask if they want to come over for beer. Both reply with a thumbs up.

I knew Beck would be over first, his shift ends in fifteen minutes and Axel’s shift ends in an hour. I knew their schedules because every month we send each other our shifts for the month and then one of us prints them all and give it to our mother. She prays for our safety on shifts. It is mostly for Axel and Beckett because they work with criminals and fires. But she prays for me as well and I appreciate it. I know my mother is an amazing woman and we don’t deserve momma King. Especially with all the s**t Axel pulls. Or the fact that each of us ignore her hits for grandchildren. She has been asking since we turned eighteen. Axel always jokes with her and says he could knock a girl up and she could have that baby. Then she would go into a rant about how wrong s*x before marriage is.

The group chat my brothers and I created mostly to ask each other to drinks, our schedules and to ask who visited momma last.

My momma was of Samoan descent so most of my brothers and my features come from there. We don’t look like our all-American father no; we looked like my mother’s father. family means everything to momma and that’s why we make sure to be at her place every Sunday we’re not working. It’s always because we’re scared shitless of her. If we don’t go to church on a Sunday morning and have Sunday supper at her house, we’ll rot in hell as she says.

Because my momma had three boys and no girls, she couldn’t play dress up, have tea parties, she got boys who brough mud in the house, farted at the dinner table didn’t care about manners. She would guilt trip the s**t out of us. It only didn’t work on Axel; he was her baby and got away with a lot of s**t. Of course, my father would beat the s**t out of him if he took advantage of my mother. that man praised the ground my mother walks on. And moans about her cooking our food for the week, each one of us got food to take home that we could heat up when we get home from work. She loves taking care of her three boys.

A half an hour later Beck walks into my apartment… “Oh s**t big brother who s**t in your oatmeal?” he asks as soon as he sees the scowl on my face.

He sits beside me, and my scowl turns ugly. “Go f*****g shower. you smell like smoke. You going to get the smell on this s**t”

He gets up and walks to the spare bedroom to shower. they all have clothes over at my place.

I roll my eyes and get off the sofa I walk into the kitchen. I had a small simple kitchen, never used, momma made me food for the week, so I didn’t see the use in using the stove, it’s still got the plastic around it from when it was bought a few years ago.

I open the double door fridge the only thing I use in my kitchen, that, and the microwave to heat my food. Everything in the kitchen was chosen for me by momma. When I moved in a few years back she came over saw I had camping chairs in the living room a flat screen TV standing on the floor and a single bed in the main bedroom and my clothes in a duffle bag. She thought I was robbed. That day I was dragged to go shopping with momma. She made me buy a lot of s**t I didn’t need like what the f**k a throw pillow? When I asked her if I should throw it, she glared at me. She bought me a King bed, and a double bed for the spare bedroom. We bought furniture I’ve never even heard of before. Like what the f**k was an ottoman? It’s sounds like a f*****g dog’s name.

I grab two beers out of my fridge and make my way over to the living room, I place on beer on the coaster my mother made me get for the glass table.

I sit on my comfy sofa. It was the one thing I picked out on my own.

Beck walks in freshly showered sweatshirt and sweatpants. He sits beside me, hair hanging over his shoulders. I shake my head when I see him walking barefoot.

I hated the footprints it makes on my hardwood floors. He puts his feet up on the expensive glass coffee table. I kick his feet off.

He flips me off and takes his beer switching on the tv to a hockey game playing.

“You know man I don’t get it. I met this girl at the club last night. We had a good time on the dance floor, so we went into the girl’s stalls and f****d there. it was so f*****g hot. So, once we out she goes off to dance with some small d**k fucker and leaves with him. for some reason I can’t get the chick out of my mind. I don’t even know her f*****g name” he says not taking his eyes off the game

There’s a reason Beck is telling this, one being he didn’t want sound like a p***y in front of Axe. And I was the only one of us who has been in a serious relationship. Beck has always looked up to me and always comes to me for advice. He wanted to be just like me growing up, it’s just that my brother has always had a thing for fires since we were kids. He loved something about it since we were little my father used to joke that he would be a firefighter and now he is. My father was a hard-working man and we all looked up to him when we were younger. That’s why three years ago we made him retire and my brothers and I put money together to pay my parents mortgage and bills. I give them money for groceries and anything extra they might need. I got paid more than my brothers did so I could afford to give more than they did.

“You like her? Or are you pissed she wasn’t satisfied after she was done with you?” I ask him/

“We were f*****g one second and the next she’s with another guy. I’m not mad that she went to another guy, I don’t think I am. We spoke a little while were getting dressed and I don’t know we just clicked.” He speaks

You see my younger brother has the long hair his hair was lighter than mine, his was browner, that and he had lighter eyes more hazel than ours. Women loved pulling hair when you’re going down on them, or from my own experience that is.

My brother’s looks were what made him unique from Axe and me. He’s hair was lighter because of my father’s blonde hair; his eyes were lighter because my father had green eyes. That was why he had those things going for him. Beck had never been rejected before. I don’t think he liked this girl if he did, he would have asked her name or at least remembered it.

Him never being rejected is the King curse.

“You’re only interested in her because she rejected you, Beck. Or why else didn’t you ask her name?” I remind him

He looks away from the game for a second. He looks at me “I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about her. otherwise, I would have asked for her number so I can f**k her out of my system obviously one round wasn’t enough.” he says shaking his head looking back the game as the buzzer goes off.

I shake my head. My point exactly. he just wanted for f**k her again.

“So, are you going back to the club to look for her so you can f**k her again?” I ask him

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t want to come across as some type of stalker and have her call Axel on me. f**k he would never let me hear the end of it.” he’s silent for a second before he speaks up again. “I don’t know what it feels like to actually like a woman enough to want to know her name.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m sorry man. I can’t help you out there. that’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself.” I tell him

Before he could say anything Axe barrels into my apartment and walks straight to my kitchen.

Beck and I share a look. We knew exactly what was up. Bennet his partner has been in love with Axel for years and he never saw it. Hell Axel was as blind as a bat when it came to this s**t.

Axel thinks she hates his guts and that’s why she’s been busting his balls ever since they’ve become partners. The fact that my baby brother flirts with everything with a skirt pisses her off because he doesn’t try to flirt with her. sometimes I wonder who he takes after he sure as hell doesn’t take after our mother, she sees everything. She can spot a crease in your shirt from a mile away. my mother does our laundry and irons our uniforms for us.

Axel comes back into the living room. “I ordered pizza for us.” He tells us

We nod at him. he forces his way between Beck and I. we move over so he can sit between us. Because the fucker wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You know today I ran into Jess at the hospital. I was greeting her, and her kid and Beaton was on my ass because she says I’m flirting with Jess. Can you believe that s**t? With Jess of all people that’s like flirting with my f*****g sister. And even if I was flirting with Jess, it’s none of her f*****g business.” He vents

I refrain from rolling my eyes. Sure, growing up she was like a sister to these idiots. Because we were dating. But now we weren’t, and he still refers to her as his sister.

“Jess? As in Jess. Jess?” Beck asks getting stuck on the fact that Jess is back part.

Beck looks over at me and I just shrug. I didn’t want to get into this with him.

“Can we stay on topic here please dear brother.” Axe asks

And for once I’m thankful for my brother’s selfish self. Axe loved being center of attention. He loved being unique. So, he kept his hair short he made sure he had more tats than Beck and I had. And Beck and I both had sleeves.

Axel was so into himself he could talk about himself for a whole night and not get bored. He was nothing like Beck and me.

Axel spends the rest of our night whining about Beaton his partner busting his balls. For once I was grateful, he got my mind off of Jess for the rest of the night. And Beck and I did what we knew was going to shut his f*****g mouth we got him drunk, but he started planning on a way to get her sacked. I hope he forgets about his plan in the morning.

After seven beers each we all passed out of my sofa…