Page 38 of Aching for His Discretion

It was pointless.

Finishing my shower, I wiped my remaining tears as I entered my bedroom. Deciding to make dinner and spend the rest of the afternoon at the library, I grabbed a white knit sweater andits matching skirt and over-the-knee socks to make a quick and easy outfit.

After fixing my hair in a ponytail, I went over to the kitchen and began preparing some pasta. I stepped over my kitty, who decided the middle of the kitchen would be the best place to observe me, as I went over to the sink to wash a few veggies for the sauce while the pasta noodles were boiling.

Soon, I noticed his ears perk up, and he walked over to the door. Surely enough, a knock was heard.

I walked over to the door, only to hear hushed bickering back and forth on the other side. Opening it, I was surprised to see Micah, Nico, and Elliot standing outside.

“Oh… hi, guys,” I said softly, and Micah leaned down and gazed into my eyes.

“Teegan... you’ve been crying,” he muttered, and I shook my head, lying as I turned, letting them come in.

“No… just cutting up some onions for dinner.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Nico replied, closing the door. Elliot remained silent as they followed me to the kitchen.

I smiled softly. “I promise, I’m okay… what brings you guys by?” I asked.

Nico spoke again. “Levi said he wanted us to come and see how you were doing... Said he didn’t have much time to talk to you today.”

I nodded my head.

“You wouldn’t, by chance, be making dinner for four people now, would you?” Micah asked.

Elliot rolled his eyes. “The both of you, out,” he ordered, and the boys both left, scowls coming to their faces at his abruptness.

“Teegan... what’s wrong?” he asked after we were left alone, and I bit my lip.

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

“Do you want me to ask again?” he said, leaning against the counter, and I sighed as I continued cutting the tomato.

“There’s just this… guy who is very vulgar and rude to me. Sometimes I’m able to hold him off, but I think after doing so well on my rotations, getting praised by other doctors, and being seen with Levi… he’s starting to come off a bit more aggressive.”

“Alec Harrington,” he muttered, and I looked over to him, my shoulders sagging in slight defeat.

“Did Micah tell you what happened at the party?” I asked, remembering the awful start to that night.

“Sure did. His father has more business and hospital connections than brain cells, and Alec thinks the fucking world revolves around him. He will be taken care of.”

He will be taken care of.Huh… Levi and Micah said the exact same words to me before about this situation.Coincidence?

“Also, don’t overmake anything; these idiots aren’t that hungry,” he muttered, and I shook my head, already having decided to make enough for them all.

“It’s fine. I insist.”

He didn’t respond, and before he could leave, I looked over to him.

“Elliot, can I ask you something?”

He sighed. “I don’t particularly enjoy answering questions.”

“So you can ask, but you can’t reply?” I questioned, tilting my head.

“Spit it out,” he demanded, irritated with my antics, and I bit my lip again.

“I’m… sensing that you don’t really seem to like me.”

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