The Doctor's Wife (A Sequel)

XANDER "Emi..." I groggily mumble as I fumble around in search of my fiancé's warm body beside me, but instead, I feel something fluffy. I'm too disoriented to figure out what it is. All I know is that it's time to wake up, judging by the gentle warmth of sunlight caressing my skin through the window. My eyes snap open as the heavenly scent of coffee and bacon wafts into my nostrils, instantly making my stomach rumble. I turn towards the purring sound and realize that the fluffy little ball is actually my cat, Meowly. Of course. She's sitting on Emily's spot, licking her ass clean like a boss. I give her little head a gentle squeeze before getting out of bed, and all I get in return is a sassy kitty glare. What an ungrateful furball. I gaze out at the stunning view of the lake through the glass windows, squinting in the morning light. Just the thought of my girl preparing breakfast in the kitchen sets my heart racing... every damn morning. I suddenly feel so alive. I walk over to my closet and slip on a white shirt, then quickly brush my teeth before heading out of my room to find her. My face lights up when I see her angelic figure wrapped in my oversized white shirt, perfectly showcasing those tantalizing thighs and endless legs... legs that make me weak at the knees. She's frying something, probably bacon and eggs, and the sight of her always warms my heart in the morning. I've had plenty of women try to cook breakfast for me, but I always turned them away. I didn't want any of them. I didn't want to commit to another girl, again... until Emily came along. My eyebrow raises as she slightly bends over to grab a carton of milk from the stainless-steel fridge next to her. Good heavens, that f*****g ass... Indecent thoughts flood my mind as I feast my eyes on the bottom creases of her ass cheeks. I lean against the wall, savoring the view while she pours milk into her glass. Her dark locks are pulled up into a loose bun, with a few stray tendrils cascading over the smoothness of her neck. Oh, how I long to bury my face in it all day. I take a step forward, but freeze in my tracks as she starts moving her ass in a peculiar, humping motion. I tilt my head to the side, a wondering smile playing on my lips. And then, she starts murmuring something... strange. "See that, Meowly? You should twerk your booty like this. Get it?" My eyes automatically dart down to the floor, only to witness my cat looking up at her, utterly clueless. My smile grows into a grin of pure amusement. "Twerk it like Meowly, baby." Jesus. She's swaying her hips as she cooks, completely oblivious to the fact that a pair of captivated eyes is fixed on her. Can she get any cuter? We haven't had any action in the past week because her infamous Aunt Flo paid a visit, and now she's parading my shirt like she's the ultimate cockblock. Emily Maxwell has this sophisticatedly innocent face and body that can make you melt like a frothy latte on a sunny morning. But there's so much more to her than meets the eye, and getting to know my future wife has been an absolute pleasure. Proposing to her last year was hands down one of the smartest moves I've ever made, and I was overjoyed when she tearfully said yes. Honestly, part of me expected her to turn me down because she's still young and new to all this... stuff. But damn, I just want her to be mine ASAP. Her naivety used to bug the hell out of me, but now I find it absolutely adorable. In this blissful year together, she's brought a sense of contentment to my life that I never thought possible. The mere thought of losing her scares the f**k out of me. Since then, I've vowed to protect her and cherish every single inch of her, every damn day, even if it means putting my life on the line... My attention snaps back to the present as Meowly struts away, completely ignoring her chatter. She finally stops her little dance to finish making my breakfast. I don't say a word. Instead, I approach her as stealthily as possible. The moment I place my hand on her waist, she lets out the sweetest, soft gasp. Her head lifts from the mug of coffee she's preparing, and she turns to flash me a radiant smile. "Good morning, handsome," she murmurs in that sexy morning voice of hers. I lean in closer, pressing my nose against the side of her neck, which always feels so velvety and smells so damn intoxicating. Her breath quickens as my hands start exploring her body, soaking in her warmth. "Are you hungry?" she manages to ask as she stirs my steaming coffee, expertly blending in the sugar. I've got a thing for a little milk and extra sweetness in my java, and she's perfected the art of making it just the way I like it over the past year. "Mm-hmm." I swiftly turn her around to face me, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and locking my gaze with hers. "Have I ever told you that you shine as bright as the morning sun over that dreamy lake?" I remark, offering a playful grin. She lifts the mug and extends it towards me, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "Since when did you become a poet, Dr. Alexander Greene?" "Didn't I mention I was the resident nerd back in high school?" She blinks. "Oh, really?" "I can dig up some embarrassing photos from my old albums at our parents' house. You'll see." "Please do. I'd love to see you with the glasses and braces. We could even pay your dad a visit…if you're up for it." The smile on my face vanishes in an instant. Dad and I are still on shaky ground, but at least we're maintaining a civil relationship. I feel like I need more time to reconnect with him. "You're growing out your beard again," she changes the subject, lightly brushing her fingers against the stubble on my jaw. She probably sensed the shift in my mood. "Don't you like it?" I inquire, taking another sip of my coffee and locking my gaze with her mesmerizing blue eyes. "I do. You look like the cutest fetus without it," she wrinkles her nose playfully, quickly turning away to grab some plates. My eyes wander to her flawless backside once again. The way her ass sways against the thin fabric of her shirt is stirring up something inside my pants. Feeling a surge of arousal, I rest my chin on her shoulder from behind, my hand snaking around her waist and down below. "X-Xander, isn't it a bit early for that?" she stammers, protesting as my hand ventures between her thighs. Unconsciously, she spreads them slightly to accommodate me. My eyes widen as I feel her bareness beneath my touch. How did she not mention that her period is over and she's not wearing any panties right now? "You sneaky little tease..." We've been on a cuddle-only routine for the past week, and I'm craving to make love to her so badly. "Is something wrong?" She gives me her trademark innocent look, seemingly unfazed by my mischievous fingers that are now delving between her legs. "Not much," I whisper into her ear, my fingers inching towards her sensitive spot. She tenses up as my middle finger finds her clit and applies gentle pressure. The sound of her soft moan doesn't escape my ears. "Come here," I scoop her up and place her on the kitchen counter. "W-We can do this later. Breakfast is waiting, and I'm starving," she tries to push me away, but the mischievous smile on her lips doesn't go unnoticed. "I'm starving too..." With swift movements, I part her legs and position them on the edge of the counter. My hands glide from her ankles up to her thighs, savoring the velvety softness of her skin. She wraps her arms around my neck and lets out a playful giggle as I plant kisses on her neck. "You always drive me crazy, you cheeky girl." "What did I do this time?" she purrs innocently. Oh, the allure. I can't quite tell if she's genuinely innocent or just playing coy, and that confusion never fails to arouse me. I press my lips against hers, and we engage in a passionate kiss. Her hands are tangled in my hair while mine begin to caress her breasts through her shirt, my thumb teasing her n*****s. Wanting to indulge in some teasing myself, I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up, exposing her lower breasts. I trail my lips along her stomach, leaving wet and sensual circles around her seductive navel. The sound of her breathy giggles only adds to the growing excitement in my pajama pants. Suddenly, my phone starts to ring, but I decide to be deaf for a while. I'm about to pull her shirt up over her head, but the ringing persists. "You…might want…. to answer that..." She catches her breath. "Forget it." I try to lean back in for another kiss, but this time she evades it. "Xander, the call..." The phone just won't stop ringing. "Dammit," I mutter quietly. "We have the whole day, babe... Check who's calling. It could be something important." With closed eyes, I have a brief internal battle, but Emily's words prevail. I reluctantly pull away from her with a deep sigh and reach for my phone. It's Sasha, the new nurse who replaced Nina. She's a vibrant African-American woman in her late thirties, the total opposite of Nina. She's kind, cheerful, and most importantly, not attracted to me. "Yes, Sasha? What's up?" I do my best to hide my annoyance as I finally answer the call. "I'm sorry to bother you, Dr. Greene, but there's a walk-in patient here requesting to see you." "Emergency?" I inquire. I usually don't accept walk-in patients, as I prefer to follow my own schedule. "Nothing serious, I suppose," she responds. "Can you at least inform her that I do my consultations in the afternoon?" "We already informed her, but she insists on seeing you right away." Sasha's urgent tone causes a mix of worry and annoyance to furrow my brow. "What's her name? Do I know her?" "Hold on a sec." Sasha pauses for a few seconds, probably checking the patient's file. "Ah, here it is. Um..." she hesitates, frustratingly prolonging the suspense. Just spit it out already! ame is Natalie. Natalie Summers." I feel my grip on the phone loosen as a flood of memories accompanies that name. I haven't heard from Natalie since our enjoyable lunch together, and now she's making a reappearance. I wonder what her problem is.