Finnegan
Abigail Kellerman was too quiet and it drove me insane.
Hilarious, wasn’t it?
Barely three months ago, her sharp tongue annoyed the fuck out of me, now my entire body itched for her to look at me. Just fucking look at me.
"Mr Wolfe?" A nurse walked into the waiting room, her white scrubs had a suspicious red stain on the side. "Dr Hale is ready to see you,"
Beside me, my assistant stiffened, gripping her bag strap tightly with pale knuckles. The color had drained out of her face completely, leaving her cornflower eyes too vivid against all that white skin.
She looked like she was going to be sick.
"If you’re planning to pass out," I said dryly, "I’d appreciate it somewhere that isn’t directly in my path."
Those blue eyes snapped to mine, flashing in anger and my chest tightened at the sight. There it is. "I’m fine, sir."
She wasn’t fine. Was she not a fan of hospitals? I hadn’t meant to drag her along to my regular checkup but we were to leave for Denver in three hours for a seminar and I figured this saved time.
I couldn’t have my checkup then have James drive all the way back to the office just to pick her up. That sounded like an utter waste of time.
It wasn’t because I wanted her close to me. Last weekend, I went off to the Bahamas for Henry’s birthday. It had been hard getting a golden statue of him shipped down to the Bahamas but he loved it and that was all that seemed to matter.
That meant I had to miss seeing Aphrodite however and the thought that she could have found someone else to touch her... to fuck her, drove me insane all through.
This was madness. I was going half mad. How could I ache and yearn for three different women? It didn’t seem fair to be furious if Aphrodite found another lover, considering I wanted Red with every fiber of my being.
Abigail being all cold to me ever since I fired Tyler niggled on my mind more often than it should. She probably thought I was unfair and all that sentimental shit.
I rose off my seat, gave my suit a tug and glanced back at my assistant. I didn’t think it was possible, but she had gotten even paler and looked like she would like her guts out. "You’re coming with me,"
At least, I’d get to keep an eye on her to be sure she was okay. She glumly rose off her seat too, her skirt clinging to her tightly, mapping out all her curves. I dragged my eyes off them, gritting my teeth as I stormed down to Hale’s office.
Dr. Hale was in his sixties and had been my doctor for twenty years. He was very thorough which was why I kept him. He asked his questions, made his notes as I answered, while my assistant sat in the chair by the wall with her tablet on her knees, her ankles crossed.
Her skirt had ridden up when she sat. The hem rested at mid thigh, showing off those sexy long legs and heated flashes of my hand between them, fucking her her, her silky hot pussy gripping my fingers ran through my head.
"Mr. Wolfe, shirt off please."
I shrugged it off, my body knowing the exact moment those blue eyes latched on to me. She whipped her head down to her tablet when I glanced at her and a chuckle built deep in my chest.
I swallowed it down hard. This was ridiculous. I was a grown ass man sitting on an examination table finding entertainment in my assistant trying not to look at me.


"She’s pulled out her IV again! There’s blood everywhere, I can’t, I don’t know..."
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