Page 5 of Sinful Doctor

“I thought it was best…” my voice tremors.

He nods. Still not looking at me as he inhales deeply.

“Let me do the tests… and hopefully there will be no need for you to come back,” and that’s when his beautiful gaze lands on me once more, and my heart thumps in my chest.

Thick brown hair, long-ish—enough to run your fingers through and grab a good handful—shorter on the sides but not clipped. Strong jaw, cheek bones defined and the most beautiful brown eyes. Skin a glow, a permanent tan. Different to Sloane.

Sloane was blond and fair.

Sebastian is completely opposite.

One dark, one light.

I always radiated towards the light… but maybe that needed to change.

I finally nod, but look away as he drags a small stool on wheels across the floor.

“I thought you moved away,” I whisper and reluctantly let my greedy eyes roam over him.

He tucks his white doctor’s jacket underneath him as he takes a seat, sleeves rolled up showing muscly and veiny arms, a dusting of dark hair over his glorious skin, white shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top and tight black suit trousers.

“I did, but I wanted to be nearer home…” a boyish grin tugs at his lips, “got a little homesick,” he nods as he eyes my chart.

“I get that,” I hum, and it’s the truth, I do.

“So what happened?” he asks me, a sad look in his eyes, lips rolled tight.

“He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants,” I give a small scoff, cheeks flaming red at my humiliation.

“Just the once or…?”

And I shake my head from side to side just as a tear rolls down my cheek and dissolves into the hygiene paper beneath my body, but before I can palm my cheek his thumb is there, brushing along the glistening trail it left.

“He is a fool.”

I nod, pressing my fingertips to the warmness his thumb left on my skin.

“I think I am the fool,” I swallow the lump down.

“Never,” he half smiles before he lifts the paper up on the clipboard.

“We will do bloods, swabs and a urine sample. Results should be back in a few days…” his eyes lift and I just nod.

Because what else am I meant to do.

He pushes back on his stool then stands and walks over to his desk and places the clipboard down before reaching for a pair of medical gloves and I honestly want the ground to swallow me up.

It’s bad enough I am here.

It’s even worse that it is Sloane’s older brother.

Sorry.

Older,hotter,brother.

And to be honest, worse than all of that… I have definitely fantasied a few times that it was Sebastian fucking me and not Sloane.

“Okay,” his silky voice floats through the room as he kicks the stool towards the foot of the bed.

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