Page 76 of Doctored Vows

Too shocked not to interrogate, I ask, “How do you have access to HIS? That is a private server.”

“A private server with shit security. It didn’t even take me two seconds to bypass their outdated firewall,” answers a southern voice from Maksim’s cell.

After bouncing his eyes between my wide gaze for several heart-thumping seconds, Maksim asks, “Do you want to test Yulia for a B12 deficiency?”

“Yes,” I answer, since it is the truth.

But I don’t know if I can do it like this.

I don’t know if I can break the law to help a patient.

When my heart calls me a liar two seconds before my head, I say, “The second one. These tests are rarely approved, but that’s the one they used to diagnose your mother’s condition.”

“Irina is s?—”

“Order the test, and if you face any trouble with the billing side of things, make sure those inquiries are forwarded directly to me,” Maksim interrupts, his tone stern.

“There won’t be any issues.” Keys being clicked sound out of Maksim’s phone before the unnamed man says, “You know where to reach me if you need me.”

He hangs up on Maksim as quickly as the nurse did me, but Maksim seems more relieved than annoyed.

In the silence, the reality of what we just did crashes down on me.

“Did we just break the law?”

Maksim squashes his finger against my lips. “We helped a patient. That’s all we did.”

The simplicity of his reply doesn’t alter the honesty of it.

That is precisely what we did.

We helped someone—someone extremely deserving of our assistance.

The reminder instantly removes any angst I’m feeling. I am more ecstatic than worried. It is nice to know I have more than me on my patients’ side. If there had been someone like Maksim on Stefania’s side when she got sick, maybe she would still be here.

With a smirk that makes me needy, Maksim nudges his head to the primary suite. “Your alarm is set to go off in a little over six hours. You should head to bed.”

“I’m not tired.”

My lie tumbles from my mouth so fast you’d have no clue it is a lie if Maksim wasn’t the master of detecting deceit. “You’re a shit liar, Doc.”

He marches me into our room and turns down the sheets someone must have snuck in to make after we messed them, before he nudges his head to the opening, wordlessly demanding my entrance.

I bow to his demand, exhausted from multiple orgasms.

“Are you not coming to bed?” I ask when he presses his lips to my temple like he does anytime he’s planning to leave me alone for longer than five minutes.

He heads to the door before spinning back around. “I have some stuff I need to take care of. I’ll join you shortly.”

I try not to pout like a whiny baby.

It is a hard feat I only achieve because Maksim adds, “Take your panties off. I don’t want anything in my way when I come back.”

Since he appears to be struggling as much as I am, I don’t object when he commences closing the door a second after I slide my panties down my thighs.

“Maksim,” I blurt out just before the door shuts.

“Yeah.”

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