The Doctor's Playmate

Chapter 36- Wrong Door

Elisha and I continued chatting while I sorted and checked the toys and shirts we would wrap for tomorrow's presents. Sammy had already messaged me and said Tom would call him soon. I thought they had already talked, but I would just ask him later.

“El…” I called Elisha while she was writing in her journal.

“Yes…” Elisha glanced at me before going back to her business. “You need help?”

“No. I wondered when Samantha would tell Tom about Gideon,” I said, trying to get her insights about it. She and Tom had been constantly communicating. We both promised Sam to keep it for a while.

Elisha slowly looked at me before inhaling deeply. “I guess soon. Tom will be here soon. He’s just finishing some stuff and will visit me,” she said. “Oh, by the way, did you get any information about what happened last week at the party?” she added, her eyes gaping as she smiled at me.

“Oh, yes! Sammy already told me the tea!” I giggled.

“Sweet!” Elisha replied before scowling, “When did he tell you?”

I swallowed a lump quickly formed in my throat. “Oh, he messaged it to me.” I lied.

“Let’s read!”

“No! I’ll just tell you!”

“Fine!”

I cleared my throat before telling Elisha what Sammy had shared with me last night. She was surprised to hear everything that had happened at the Florida gala party. I had to tell her, minus the conversation Sammy and Tom might be having right now.

“Damn…If that’s already in the news, then Tom would be here in no time!” Elisha gasped.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yes, like soon...”

Elisha clicked her tongue and said, “Well, how soon will it be? That’s my question.”

“We shall see...” I didn’t talk anymore as I continued packing everything I needed later for balloon decoration. Also, I was afraid I might spill some secret information. Mika would try to ask Diane to join us later so she could catch up too.

A while later, Nana came in and started chatting with Elisha. I let the two talk while I unpacked the shopping bag with our outfits for tomorrow. I added it to the laundry bin to hand it to helpers to wash.

“Let me take your laundry basket and wash your clothes, ladies,” I heard Nana say as she headed to the bathroom to get the dirty clothes I just loaded. “Elisha,” she then called.

“Yes, Nana…”

“Is this your basket?” Nana stepped out and asked, holding a purple laundry bin.

“That’s hers, Nana…mine is the yellow one,” I answered, looking at her.

Nana stared back at Elisha’s basket, frowning as if she had seen something weird. “Why do your undies get blood?” she asked. I looked at Elisha and saw how her face turned from red to white.“Are you spotting or bleeding?”

Elisha slowly gazed at me with gleaming eyes. “Yes…” she winced.

“God, Elisha… This doesn’t look normal....” Nana grumbled, “This is not spotting. You bled!”

I hastily stood and walked toward Nana to see what she meant. It wasn’t a spot, if I may say so. It was a big patch of dried blood. “Elisha? What’s this? Why aren’t you telling us?” I grunted.

“My doctor said it's normal.”

I glared at her and then asked. “When is your next check-up?” It seemed the lady was keeping a secret and not telling us what was happening in her body. I felt alarmed just seeing it, yet, she seemed calm, telling me it was normal.

“Next week.”

“I will go with you.”

“O…okay…”

“And this isn't normal, El… I will ask Sammy about it,” I added, typing a quick message to Sammy. He needed to know about it.

“Elisha…are you keeping secrets again?” Nana scoffed.

“Nana, please don’t worry about it. They are okay. I am okay.”

Nana puffed. “I trust your words, Elisha…I shall clean this now,” she added, taking our bins before leaving the bedroom. Soon as she left, I faced Elisha again.

“Elisha… tell me the truth. I know you, girl,” I asked, resting my hands on my waist, arching my brow to let her know this wasn’t okay.

Elisha was reluctant, but she answered me. “Yes, it only happened last night, though, but I feel fine….” feeling her bump.

I was about to speak when my phone buzzed. “Sammy answered me,” I said.

“That fast? Quick Sammy…”

I ignored her. “It's normal, but he said you must check and monitor yourself. He will visit you later,” I read the message before glaring back at her. She knew me well. I wanted answers and details.

“Okay… I’ll tell you,” Elisha finally said, sitting with me. “I have a condition called placenta previa. My baby boy’s placenta is too low, and I am at risk of bleeding or having early labor…” she said before telling me everything her doctor said.

“What the hell?!” I gasped, “Placenta Previa?!”

Elisha nodded. “I don't have my check-up report. Search it to save me time explaining it,” she coolly added. I had already searched for it before she could finish her words.

“My God!” My heart sank into my stomach upon learning of the complications she could have. Though she assured me it could be resolved naturally, that didn’t stop me from worrying about her.

“Relax, Sophie…” Elisha assured me, earning her my sharpest glare.

I continued reading the article. “Oh, God… Elisha…You should be resting and staying in bed!” I scolded her. If I only knew she had it, we wouldn’t go out and walk like we did yesterday.

“My condition has a chance to improve. I will know in my next check-up. So please, don’t worry and don’t panic, so I won't,” Elisha scoffed.

“Fine! But if this happens again today or tomorrow, I will freaking call 911!”

“Fine. I said it was okay. We did many things last weekend, so that must be it.”

“Whatever, girl! You tell me, or I will check your panties every five minutes!” I threatened her. I was serious, though.

Elisha laughed. “I will!”

I took a long breath to clear my head. Elisha may not have acknowledged it, but she had a serious problem. She was just in the second trimester, so she was likely to miscarry if she continued to overwork or stress herself. And I didn’t want that to happen. I messaged Sammy again, stating I wanted more information regarding Placenta Previa.

After gathering enough gifts and packing them in a box, I freshened up while Elisha napped. The lady was too sleepy to help me with everything.

The clouds were dark, and the weather was gloomy again, so I wore my old high school sweatshirt over my floral duster dress. I found them much cozier than leggings or pants.

‘Hey, Sophie! See you in thirty!’ It was Mika’s voice message. Yelena told me earlier that the party organizers were already downstairs, preparing the tables and chairs.

Sam also informed me that she invited some kids from the orphanage near our place. I bought so many gifts, plus the other presents Sam ordered were enough for everyone she invited.

“Sweet!” I smiled, fluttering my eyelids to dry my mascara. I put just enough make-up on my face to hide the zits that were starting to appear on my face. I have had cramps and cravings lately, and Aunt Flow will surely come and visit me soon.

I checked on Elisha first, ensuring she had water on her bedside table before leaving the room. I was about to go down when I suddenly remembered Sammy.

I stepped back and walked toward his door. I knocked on it, and when I heard him say come in, I opened the door. The whiff of after-shower gel greeted my nostrils. “Oh, the f*ck!” I yelled and covered my eyes right away. The man was in all his glory, drying his hair.

“For real?!” Sammy laughed, shaking his head.

I took my hand off and looked to my left and right, checking if someone had seen me. Once it was clear, I got in and closed the door quickly. “Why are you naked?!” I asked, still gaping at him as if I hadn’t seen and touched his body.

Sammy laughed once more before dancing and wiggling his dangling schlong before me. “Guess?”

“Stop!” I grumbled, albeit enjoying seeing him in his flaccid nakedness. He was really thick and averagely long.

“Well, I’m preparing for work, sweety,” Sammy chuckled, picking up his white boxers from the bed, “Eyes here, silly Sophie….”

I was taken aback as I stared back at him. He was already standing in front of me, snapping his fingers. “Ohhh…” I composed myself, pretending to wipe my drool.

“Stop doing that….” Sammy smirked, holding my waist.

I couldn’t help but snicker as I watched his rosy face grow cherry pink. I knew him well enough to understand that my antics were rousing him. “Just kidding!” I pinched his n*****s.

“Awww!” Sammy recoiled, rubbing his chest.

I laughed, seeing him pout like a kid. I stared at his gorgeous face while shaking my head. “You looked better with your eyeglasses,” I commented.

Sammy winked at me. “Really? Eyeglasses and boxer only?” he said, turning around to show off his flawless, well-toned body. His bulge was also flaunted as he flexed.

“Yes, anyway, I didn’t come here for that,” I said, checking my phone for the time, “You still have twenty minutes to share the tea!” I added, wiggling my brows.

“I only needed ten minutes, and the other ten is for this!” Sammy smirked before taking a giant stride and hugging me, locking his lips on mine before I could shriek.

I didn’t protest and quickly got to his rhythm, kissing me ardently and passionately. Sammy carefully tugged me onto his bed. He sat on it and hurriedly straddled him without breaking the kiss.

I circled my arm around his neck to hold him while Sammy’s hand freely crawled and grabbed my chest underneath my thick sweatshirt, squeezing and gently nibbling my nips. “Ahhhmmm…” I moaned.

“Like it?”

“So much….”

Sammy and I continued making out on his bed, not worrying if someone would walk in on us. My hand clutched his arms when I gasped, feeling his fingers inside my underwear. It was quick and easy to access. “Warm and wet…” he whispered.

“Stop…” I murmured, although my traitorous body wanted more. We should discuss things that had happened earlier, but they fell through the cracks.

Sammy parted me with his fingers and started playing with my c******l area, rubbing them in and out of my wet core. My back curled, and my legs trembled. His magical touches never failed my sensitive nub. The way he caressed me was toe-curling and amazing.

“Like it?”

“Love it…ahhh..” Just like that, I reached my orgasm and clenched his fingers, resting between my legs. I caught my breath as it subsided. “I wanted to return the favor, but Mika is coming here soon…” I mumbled on the crook of his neck.

I felt Sammy kiss my hair and cheeks. “That’s okay. My door is always open for you…”

“Yes, I’ll give you a massage…” I chuckled, balking away still on top of him. I carefully stood up and faced him while fixing my clothes and underwear. I leaned on his shoulders for support as my legs felt weak and unsteady.

Sammy propped his hand on his mattress and looked at me before licking the fingers on his other hand with a naughty smirk on his face. “Always sweet,” he said in his sexy voice. If only Mika wouldn’t be here in ten minutes, I’d remove my clothes and continue what he started.

“Stop…”

“How about a quickie?”

“Nope. My tummy didn’t feel okay….” I said, not from the quick orgasm but my oncoming period.

“Why?” Sammy worriedly asked, clinging to my waist.

“It's a girl thing…” I answered, “You’re lucky you didn’t get me pregnant!” I jokingly stated, nipping his nose.

Sammy snorted, then narrowed his eyes, nudged his head up, and stared at me. “What if I had my baby inside you? What are you going to do?” he asked.

“I’ll abort it,” I replied, my brow furrowed. I was only kidding.

“Don’t you dare…” Sammy gravelly stated, his sizeable arms tightly pressed on my waist.

I sneered, squirming my body out of his tight hold. “Chill, man! Of course, I wouldn’t do that!” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

Sammy smirked and shook his head. “I know you wouldn't, but don’t worry. I’m safe,” he said.

I trusted we were safe, but I needed to use contraceptive pills. “We shall see...” I mumbled.

“Okay…” Sammy stood up and stepped closer to me, brushing his bulge on my tummy, “See you…” he whispered and he was about to kiss me, but I dodged away.

We had to stop.

“Just tell me about the tea later! Let’s talk on the phone.” I said it in one breath before turning around and quickly leaving his bedroom. I closed the door and rested my back against it. “Ugh! Bastard!” I grumbled.

“Are you okay, Sophie?”

My eyes widened as I looked at Nana about to leave Elisha’s bedroom. “Yes, Nana! I entered the wrong door!” I lied in a panic, turning around to check and touching the door like an i***t, “They all look the same, ugh!” I squinted, rubbing the door’s frame.

Nana laughed. “Yes. I got lost too earlier, but did you see something you’re not supposed to see?” she asked.

“Yes, Nana!” I shamelessly admitted. I did, but not as bad as it looked.

“Oh, my child. Anyway, the balloon organizer is asking for you. You should check them,” Nana said.

“Sure, Nana!” I smiled, leaving with her as I walked downstairs.

~

“Mikaela!”

“Sophia!”

I drew my arms wide as I hugged my childhood friend. My grandma was a teacher in our small town in New Jersey. The Ricafortes were one of the most affluent families in the city where we used to live. We left the place and moved to Pennsylvania after my trouble with Chase. We always maintained contact and still communicated through social media.

“It’s great to see you! Thank you for helping me!”

“That’s okay! I’m happy to see New York again! You know how hard it is to be the only surviving child! Mom didn’t want me to drive alone!” Mika snorted, breaking the hug.

“Silly! How’s your mom?” I asked. Elise was Mika’s sweet and loving mother, though sometimes an overprotective mom to Mika.

“She’s okay! She's still tending her garden and just started her bee farm!” Mika replied, “It’s fantastic therapy! That helped her so much.”

I yanked her arm, and we walked together inside the mansion. “Sweet! I need to see her soon!"

"Elisha?"

"Elisha is asleep, but I bet we will see her later once she wakes up!”

“Yes! I’ve heard she’s having twins! Boy and girl?!”

“She is!”

Mika beamed. “That’s awesome! I shared the story with my mom when Ryzen told me about it. She’s relieved to know Elisha is alive, girl!”

“Yes. It’s good to hear Elise took the news lightly. It's traumatic, you know.” I replied, squeezing her arm. Mika lost her twin older siblings a long time ago in a tragedy. They were abducted and killed in a fire.

“I know. Anyway, I have so much to share with you, but let’s go and start working!”

“Yup! Let’s go and check the decorations!"

“Oh, Diane should be here! She’s more keen on art and design!” Mika said. Her best friend, Diane Davidson, was also my friend, and she indeed had eyes for arrangements.

“Where is she?”

“Aunt Matilda suddenly felt sick, but Diane will try to join us. She’s waiting for Damien to come home and be with their mom.” Mika answered.

“I see…”

Mika and I spent hours helping the decorators. Since I would host the children's party and games, she also helped me finalize the programs Sammy and I brainstormed about. I understood that he couldn’t join us since he had to work, so he could be with us tomorrow.

“Is she coming still?” I asked. Mika and I were taking a short break, drinking the tea Yelena had prepared.

Mika rolled her eyes and snorted. “I don’t think so. Damien is with Izza," she said, placing her phone back on the table.

“Izza?”

“Oh, Izza Pizza, Damien’s ex-childhood girlfriend!” Mika puffed, rolling her eyes. “She’s one of the hottest models who just arrived this week for the series of fashion shows in different states for the whole month! Not my thing, but I’d seen it once,” she added.

My mouth formed an O, “Ohhh…She’s with Demi Taylor?” I asked, quickly thinking about the event coming up.

“Yes! Do you know her? Apparently, she’s quite popular,” Mika stated.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really, but she seems interesting….” I mumbled, thinking about Demi and her connection with Sammy.

“Yes, she is. We should ask Diane about it. I think she got some tea about the Taylors. They used to be their late dad’s partners in business,” Mika remarked.

My lips twitched. “Oh, juicy…”

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