Nursing Elle

Friend request

Ethan

Neighbors weren't the best idea for someone I was dangerously drawn to.  My eyes fondled with her body. She wasn't looking at me.

Nervous wreck.

The way her body shivered from my touch was a major turn on. Gladly, My coat covered my shame.

"...But I don't know. The house is quite small."

My number one rule was to avoid trouble. Trouble so inviting, You could let it in. I've had enough of that.

"So you don't plan to move in?"

"Maybe."

"Why would you renovate it?"

Caught!

"I said Maybe. Moreover, Why do you care?"

"I..."

"Usually, my patients hope they never meet me again." I chipped I'm before she could give reasons.

She was hurt, Biting mildly at her pink and inviting lower lips.

"Are you done?" She asked, changing the subject.

For a split second, our eyes met. Exquisite and priceless emeralds. They reminded me of pine trees, Beautiful and breathtaking. Every part of her was.

" Yes," I replied, trying to maintain my alpha male rigidity.

"The cotton swabs will be tested on to determine what's wrong with you. From my examination, I don't think it's threatening."

She took a sigh of relief when I said that. Did she think she was going to die or something?

"But we'll have to hear from the lab to be sure but I assure you, You're not going to die."

"I never hinted that I thought that."

"You didn't have to. You're easy to read." I blurted before I could shut up.

It felt very inappropriate and the look she gave made it worse.

"Ok then, You're good to go Elle."

She nodded and tried to get off the examination table. I latex gloves and dumped them in the bin then went over to my table to do some paperwork. It wasn't necessary but It was needed to take my mind off her.

I heard her give a shrill scream and gazed in her direction.

Her eyes were on the examination table which was now lavish in blood Her blood.

The look in her eyes held many emotions. Fear and disgust were more predominant. She gave me a dirty look that made me feel like I had done something evil.

"It's nothing serious. The examination caused your hymen to stretch. The bleeding will stop eventually." I assured.

She gave me a quick nod and adjusted the plastic gown that kept her clad.

"What happens now?" She said, Flushed.

So innocent.

"I call the nurse to help clean you up." I replied, trying to ease her, " My diagnosis implies that it might not be anything serious. The cramps might just be a body message. Perhaps you're doing something you aren't used to but as a precaution, we'll see how your laboratory results go."

She looked down at me and smiled. Just there, Something in me melted. My walls were collapsing and then my runny mouth said something stupid.

"You look beautiful when you smile."

It was so inappropriate and creepy. Yeah, I was creeping myself out. There was only one thing I could spew to my subconscious when she flushed at my compliment,

Fuck you!

***

I was breathless. God, She was a devil in bed.

"How was the s*x?" She asked me.

To be Frank, It was amazing but I didn't answer. She had no control over me. She never did. She was just a stranger who wanted a good time and I was the horny dude to fulfill her s****l appetite.

I got off the bed, discarded the condom and stared out the skylight.

The view was wonderful. Who knew Los Angeles was this beautiful?  I turned back to my 'Night thing' wondering why she wasn't getting dressed.

"When do you plan on leaving?" I quizzed.

"Come on, we still have hours to be together." She replied, sending me a seductive signals.

She was hot but I was done. It was a one night stand and it was worse knowing I only did it to satisfy my hate for Blondes.

She combed her messed hair. Something about what she did made me fume. I wanted her out and now but I was a man of self-control. I was going to do it calmly.

"I'm an early riser. Last night was fun Agatha but..."

"Who's Agatha? I'm Iris."

Fuck! Now I was saying her name.

Sometimes I wonder why I do this if it only brought back memories I tried hard to forget.

"Really? It was a wild night, I was drunk."

This was always the excuse each time I slipped. She seemed to buy it.

"I'm glad I met you. I don't usually go clubbing or sleeping with strangers. My life is just a mess right now."

The pity card. Was I really supposed to buy that? She was definitely lying. I remembered the agility she gave unto me last night. She was so free, definitely not a stranger sleeping with strangers or trapping them. It made me despise her more.

I replied giving her a disgusted look,

"If you need money, Agatha. I'll gladly give it to you but I really have to go."

"You're saying Agatha again. Do I look like this Agatha?"

"More than you'll ever imagine," I muttered under my breath.

"...and I don't want your money. I just want us to get to know each other. You know... After that intimate night."

I chortled. Another good punch line. f*****g enough of them, I knew the tricks. This being, If he's willing to toss money, There is more where that came from.

Now I was sure She was just like Agatha. They Shared the same mindset. If I didn't act now, She would leech unto me.

"Last night was nothing but harmless fun. There was no emotional attachment. So get the f**k out before I make you!"

The wide eyes slut got the message and exited the suite as quick as her legs could carry her.

Wild night, I heaved before collapsing on the bed.

I closed my eyes to get some sleep but images of that girl kept popping into my head.

God! I just needed to shut those thoughts in.

It was of no use. Just imagining those emerald eyes gave me an erection. I needed a muse, something that would deepen my hate for women each time I slipped.

I picked up my phone and went to f*******:. Right there was my muse, Agatha's profile picture. Our wedding picture to be precise. The rage rushed in anew remembering how the innocent smiling blonde betrayed me. It worked each time like a charm, It always did.

I hate women and I had to remind myself of that.

***

Elle

E:  What do you do when you can't sleep?

B: Get a midnight snack

E: That's not it. I just can't get him off my mind.

B: Who? Alex? Forget that d**k. Has he called?

Bella didn't get it. My mind was totally off Alex. He messaged me earlier. Probably to find out my fate. The maniac. I couldn't just spill to her that I had this sudden obsession for my doctor.  I would be the maniac so I played along. I didn't even understand why I felt this sudden attraction towards him. Maybe it was because he took my virginity. Not the conventional way but I heard we shared a bond with people we have a first time with. He was my first... Technically.

E: I just don't want to lose him.

B: Stalk him online then. Still think you should forget him.

That was a really good idea. I remembered his name. It stuck in my head easier than any order would.

E: Thanks Hun, I'll do that.

I tried i********: but there were so many Ethan Hale but f*******: was an angel. Just as I searched, His profile popped out. It was like destiny.

It isn't Elle. You're just a creep.

I ignored my bad-mouthed subconscious and returned to my stalking.

Bummer!

His profile was locked. Why? There was only one thing to do. My fingers which apparently had a mind of their own did the miracle even before messed up brain sent the signals.

I sent a friend request.

Now he's gonna know what creep he's dealing with.

My brain was right. What have I done? I had to fix it right now.

My phone displayed a pop up that filled me with a wave of weird emotion. One of complete shock than joy.

He freaking accepted your friend request perv!