Chased by the billionaire

Favorite patient

Gwen

It’s been a week since the day Archer came walking back into my life and I can’t seem to get him out of my head, now that I know who he really is. I can’t believe I spent a night with the most wanted man in New York! And the worst part is that I can’t remember most of it. I remember some of the amazing s*x, but I can’t remember how his body looked or how it might have felt running my hands through his hair. A part of me wishes that I could’ve gone back in time and just not drink that night. But I know that without the alcohol, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to even go to that hotel room with him, never mind sleeping with the man. Then there is the fact that he is the only other man aside from Cedric that I have done anything sexually with and I had to be drunk for it to happen.

I have been putting off the internet stalking and now I find myself sitting in front of my laptop and staring at his name in the search bar, my finger hovering over the enter button. I probably shouldn’t do this, I mean nothing good can come from stalking the youngest billionaire playboy right? I should just finish my glass of red wine and then get in bed and face the sunrise again the next morning. I try to tell myself over and over again that this is a bad idea, but the more I tell myself to turn off my laptop and go to bed, the closer my finger moves to pressing that pesky little button that will probably won’t tell me anything real about him.

I decide to just do it and get it over and done with, that this might just be what I need to make me realize that these ideas and fantasies I have in my head of this rich man sweeping me off my feet and ripping my clothes off before he revenges me. I take a deep breath to calm my hormones and click the enter button. It doesn’t take long for a photo of him to pop up with details of where he was born and what year. I am shocked to realize that he is eight years younger than me, making me feel like a cougar.

I decide to skip the rest of the personal details and move on to his dating life. It seems like he has never really had a serious relationship as I never see a photo with the same girl twice, aside from this one girl that shows up every now and then. She seems more like the girl he should be seen with, one that wears beautiful dresses and has her eyebrows shaped perfectly with the whitest teeth I have ever seen and a part of me hopes it is just photoshopped, no one’s teeth should be that white. She has long silky smooth blonde hair that hangs down her waist, not a hair out of place and her green eyes light up in the photos, making it quite obvious that she loves the camera, or it might just be her pride at being the only one that has been seen more than once on the arm of the most attractive man I have ever seen. She is tall and her body is that of a Victoria’s secret runway model. Even I want to date her and that says a lot as I have never pictured myself with a woman, but damn, she is probably every man’s wet dream.

I stand up from my bed and walk to the bathroom to get ready for bed, no point in staring at any more photos, sure there are some of them where he is alone, and I can stare at those all day long and never get tired of it, but looking at all those women have just put things into perspective. I am not the woman a man like him runs after, the only reason he probably came looking for me was because I ran out on him before he could wake up, and he wanted to be the one to walk out as he isn’t used to a girl walking out on him.

I look in the mirror and I want to slap myself, what if he just wanted his shirt back? Then I shake my head at my own silliness, if he really wanted his shirt back, he would’ve come for it months ago. And besides, if he wanted it back, he would have to replace my pencil skirt and my shirt that he tore the night we spent together, his shirt is the least he can leave me with. I have slept in his shirt at least five nights a week, the only nights I didn’t wear it is when I had to have it washed. The shirt is already well worn and the most comfortable thing I have ever worn.

I finish brushing my teeth and then get in bed. I steal one last glans at the photo of him dressed in a blue suit that makes his green eyes stand out. The suit must have been made for his as it fits every curve of his body, showing off his powerful build. His black hair is still to look like a controlled mess at the top of his head and I wish I could run my fingers through it. I close my eyes and imagine myself standing in front of him as he sits on a couch with his arms outstretched to the sides making the material of his suit pull tight on his arms and chest. His legs open slightly and his eyes focused on me as I take his shirt off slowly in front of him, giving me the feeling of control but knowing he has full control over what will be happening. The idea of his hooded eyes, clouded by pure lust, makes my body tingle with need. I have never felt this way with Cedric, I never wanted more, if any with him, I only wanted to please him, but I was never satisfied. I started thinking that my books were lying to me about how good s*x was, but now I know it was just Cedric, and his inability to think of anyone aside from himself.

I wake up the next morning feeling more restless than I have in months. Having sexy dreams about Archer does that to me and I have tried so hard to stop thinking about him and then I go and Google him like a stalker. I try to tell myself that he stalked me on the internet first, but I still feel like I made a mistake looking him up. I make my way through my morning routine and then make my way to work. When I see that my favorite patient will be the first patient I see, I start feeling excited again. I get my equipment clean and wait for her to show up, I have a lot to talk about and this woman loves gossip. I wait in front of the store for her to come in and the second she sees me, a smile stretches across her face and I can’t help but smile back at her with a big smile of my own.

“Clarise, it is so good to see you again!” I say with excitement at seeing the woman again, bubble up in my chest. Clarise is a beautiful woman, even at the age of forty eight, she looks great. With her amazing silky smooth black hair and her liquid smoky brown eyes and clear tanned skin, she makes men turn their heads to get a look at her. She always dresses like a business woman, but she has the mouth of a drunken sailor.

“Oh darling, you flatter me, but I think my age is starting to show.” She says with a laugh.

“Oh please, no one would ever guess that you are even over thirty.” I reply laughing along with her.

“Come on, I want to get into your testing room because I would love to find out about that stupid ex of yours and then about that attractive man you met on that one night stand of yours. Tell me, have you seen him again since that night?” She asks with a wink and I can’t help but laugh as I lead her into my test room.