Loving the Doctor

Chapter 1 – Bumping into her.

Chapter 1 – Bumping into her.

Damon King

POV

TWENTY YEARS AGO

“I promise one day you’ll be my wife” I say to Jess

She was my girlfriend. We love each other very much. We were next door neighbors. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

She rolls her eyes at me “I don’t want to get married now. I want to work first” she says

I nod “I’m going to earn a lot of money then you don’t have to work, and you can look after our children like my mom does” I say

She shakes her head “Daddy said I must have a career. I shouldn’t be a stay-at-home mom” she says

I nod “Okay you can work. We will have so much money we can get a babysitter to look after the children” I say

She nods happily and goes on brushing her barbie’s hair.

We were only ten, but I loved her. I wanted to be rich so we could live in a big house and buy her everything she needs and wants.

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PRESENT DAY

I get woken up by someone rubbing up against me. I sit up because I for one stay alone. No one should be home with me for f**k sakes. Dreaming about her did not help.

I turn to see a blonde head laying on the pillow on the bed beside me.

I kick her lightly to wake her up. She needed to get out. I need to get ready for work. I should have gone out with my brother’s last night; I always end up bringing some random blonde chick home.

She moves and turns to me; she is a looker I will give her that. However, this was yet another random lay, I cannot remember. One of those wild nights you regret when the sun comes out. I would never bring home a brunette I knew better than that, she was a brunette. She deserved better than me, I guess.

The blonde chick looks at me seductively and crawls over to me.

I get up shaking m head. “Not going to happen. I have to get ready for work. You need to leave.” I say walking towards my bathroom

“Can I join you?” she asks wait no she purrs.

I roll my eyes. Of course, she had to be one of those needy girls. I can barely remember her name. and no there will not be a next time. This is why you don’t go drinking with your brothers on a Sunday night.

“No. definitely not. Now get the f**k out of my f*****g apartment before I’m out of the shower!” I shout. Shutting the door behind me with dramatic effect. f**k I feel like Axe right now.

“Jack ass!” I hear her shout.

I need to stop drinking so f*****g much. I get horny when I drink and get all damn flirty and all girls start to look like Jess.

I turn the shower on getting in. I needed the cold water hitting my body first. I was all riled up from my dream of my first and only girlfriend. Jess used to be my everything, I praised the God damn floor she walked on. Yet she still left me, she never came back to me, after waiting for two years realizing she did not stick to the plan, I started living my current lifestyle. I do not date, I do not remember the names of the girls I have been with, and I most definitely do not sleep with brunettes.

Our parents used to plan our wedding. My mom still has all of our pictures together at her house, and the wedding plans. My mother was disappointed when they moved away. But Jessica’s mother could not stand the thought of living in Chicago without Mr. Santos.

I have not thought of her in years. It is the first time I have dreamt of her, our time together in years. Do I still love her? Yes, if she came back and wanted me would I take her back? Yes, without a doubt. However, she is surely happily married with children now and has long forgotten about me.

The shower soon turned hot and started burning my skin, I began to wash my body. I push my long hair out of my face, my hair was getting too long it was below my shoulder pads, it needed a bit of a trim, I normally have it in what my youngest brother calls a man bun. Believe me he was just jealous, my hair was longer than his, he wasn’t in to growing out his hair being a cop.

I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I cannot believe I am still hung up on my ex. Sure she was amazing; no girl or woman could compare to her. Once upon a time she was my everything, she made me feel things no other girl since her made me feel. How could I have been so wrong about someone? She never loved me. She happily forgot about me while I cannot even take a shower ten 11 years later without thinking about her.

I sigh deeply. I walk out of the bathroom; the mystery girl was gone. I sigh in relief.

I glance at the clock; I was going to be late. I got dressed, my usual black slacks and blue crisp shirt. I would get changed if necessary, at the hospital. I was a trauma surgeon at Saint Joseph’s Hospital. A career I chose so I could provide for Jess what a joke. My dream was to be a paramedic.

I am the eldest of three boys. My parents Deacon and Ava King were high school sweethearts, had me when my mom was eighteen years old, my father was twenty-one. My dad dropped out of university and got a job in a factory where he met Mr. Santos. My mother stayed home to look after me and my brothers believe me, we were a handful. My parents forced all three of us to go to college. My brother Becket was a firefighter, and my youngest brother Axel was a police officer and then there was me being a doctor.

I head out of my apartment. I take a walk to the coffee shop near my apartment, I lived two blocks away from my parents’ house, I could have stayed with them since the hospital was walking distance from their house, but the amount of girls that leave my apartment would put the family to shame. My mother would have a heart attack.

I rushed into the coffee shop. I check to see who is serving today praying Macy was up front.

Awesome she was.

She spotted me, she held to go cup in her hand. I smiled and walked up to her. God Macy was amazing. I grabbed the cup from her hand and took a sip. I loved her coffee. I reach in my pocket and take out money to pay for the coffee.

“Thanks Mace, you’re a life saver.” I say giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it Day, it’s on the house” she says waving me off.

“Are you sure?” I ask her raising my brow at her.

She nods smiling. She leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek “Go, you’re going to be late…” she says nudging me to move

I smile and wink at her. “God I love you the most” I say

She laughs shaking her head.

I walk backward blowing her kisses

The coffee shop was owned by my father’s brother Declan and his wife Rosalie. Macy was their youngest daughter; she was like a little sister to me. They had three daughters Deena, Bianca, and Macy.

I turn quickly after waving her off. The next thing I know is my shirt is covered in coffee. My mother was going to kill me when she gets this shirt on Thursday night.

“Oh my God. I’m so so sorry” the woman apologizes. All I am thinking is thank God it was not lower.

“Damon?” the woman says

I look up

Oh, f**k me sideways. You have to be kidding me. Can this day get any worse?

“Jess…” I sigh

All the anger I have kept inside of me, just went away at the sight of her. She always had that effect on me. I never thought I would see her again yet here I am her standing in front of me.

Her dark hair, I loved running my fingers through, tied into a messy bun.

The suit she was wearing made her look a whole lot sexier than I remembered. So, it means she is a lawyer, she always wanted to be a lawyer growing up. I guess she followed her dreams.

“Here” Macy says

I run the towel over the stain

“Thanks Mace” I say but my eyes do not leave Jess’s her dark eyes stayed on me as though she could not believe I was standing in front of her.

I did not mind the stain right now, I had to change into scrubs at the hospital anyway. Macy pulls the towel from my hands and pats the stain on my shirt.

“Mom?” I hear a small voice say but I ignore it my attention was on the woman in front of me.

Jess looks, mouth agape, which makes me turn my head to look who called. I see a little girl looking at Jess. She was a carbon copy of Jess. Oh, for the love of God.

I shake my head and walk away. Why would she be single? Why the f*****g hell did I think she would still care about me when I was so sure she moved on a few seconds ago.

I get to work in a foul mood. I rush to the locker room, I needed to get into my scrubs. I take another shower.

Growing up I always had big dreams about our future, I have always wanted to be an EMT, like my uncle Declan but I knew I could not make the money Jess deserved so I chose to be a doctor for her, to give her and our future children a good life. I needed the money to support Jess and myself, buy her the big fancy house, the nice cars, and private schools for our children.

After Jess’s father died, her mother made them move to New York where she is originally from. They had family out there that would support her and her mother. She was supposed to return after high school, when she did not return, I threw myself into work and the occasional women always blond-haired woman, I never picked up brunettes they were forbidden they reminded me way too much of Jess and her beautiful self.

I was not going to let another woman destroy me the way Jess did. I was damaged goods; no woman would want to date me if she knew how messed up in the head I was.

The fact that she is married with a child proves to me I should move on. I should forget about her and find a woman to get my mind off her.

“Paging Dr King, Paging Dr King to the ER” Duty calls

I rush to the ER.

“Two males car accident” Nurse Troy says

I nod rushing into the triage to get one of the patients from there.

The paramedic pushing the patient in

“White male, severe concussion, heart rate 150/60 BP 180/120 heart stopped twice on the way to the hospital….” He gives me a list issues with the patient

Shit his BP is way too High

“We need to lower his BP and stat.” I say to my first-year resident.

I could already tell the s**t was going to hit the fan today. Especially when my resident looks like his about to s**t his pants.