Page 14 of Milo

"Thanks.”

Luisa knocks on the door for me as if I'm incapable of doing it myself. "Kiara Payne is here," she states before waving goodbye.

The door swings open, revealing an elderly man in his sixties; salt and pepper hair, crow's feet on the edges of his aged eyes, a stethoscope draped over his lab coat.

"Miss Payne, please, come in," he says in a hoarse tone, ushering me inside. "Please sit." He holds out his hand "I'm Dr. Aldo Giardini, a pleasure to meet you."

"Kiara Payne.” I shake his hand as I perch myself on the medical examination table. This better be a verbal exam, I'm not getting undressed.

"This will not take long.” He retrieves a clipboard from the far console table and slips on a pair of thick-lensed glasses. "Your medical history was difficult to attain so please bear with me as we go through the questions."

I stifle an incredulous laugh. Difficult to attain? It should be impossible. I'm starting to suspect that doctor/patient confidentiality is nonexistent if you have wealth and power.

For the next ten minutes, Dr. Giardini goes through his extensive list of questions, asking me about vaccines, family history, any surgeries I've had, my blood type. He's professional, respectful, clinical during the entire conversation.

That is until he asks me, "Are you a virgin?"

My jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

He peers up at me from the clipboard, unflinching as he asks again, "Are you a virgin, Miss Payne?"

I cross my arms defensively. "Is that a standard medical question?"

"Yes."

I purse my lips, unconvinced. "Did Milo ask you to ask me if I'm a virgin?"

"No."

I click my tongue, shaking my head. "Are you lying to me?"

"No. I am not."

"Mhmm.” I narrow my eyes. "Would you tell me if you were lying?"

"No," he states, a ghost of a smile on his face. "I would not."

For fuck sakes.

"No, Dr. Giardini," I sigh. "You can tell Milo that I am not a virgin." I tilt my head. "Will he be pleased or disappointed?"

The doctor doesn't answer as he scribbles down a note. "When was your last sexual encounter?"

I clench my jaw. He’s unbelievable. This can't be protocol.

"Five minutes ago.” I keep my expression neutral. "I fucked one of Milo's guards before I came here." I lean in closer to the Doc whose eyes are bugging out of his sunken face. "He had a huge cock, I loved it."

He clears his throat. "I take it you are joking.”

"I don't know? Am I?" I give him an innocent shrug. "Maybe Milo should check the security footage."

Either I've rendered the doctor speechless or he's having a petit mal seizure. I wonder if there are cameras here. Or a microphone.

"Are you on birth control?" he continues after a few seconds of silence.

"No, I'm not," I say, getting tired of this inquisition. He lifts up an inquisitive brow, I elaborate, rolling my eyes, "I use condoms."

"Only condoms?" He purses his lips. "Nothing else?"

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