Page 36 of It's Love I'm After

“Have you played in my pussy since we’ve been together, Cha-Cha?” Germayne’s question is low, strong, and vibrates through me deliciously, causing me to subtly bite my bottom lip.

“I didn’t realize my pussy had an owner other than me.”

“Now you do. Answer the question . . . You been playing in my pussy?”

My hand slowly glides to my middle, stopping to mentally calm the pulsing within my core as my breathing becomes labored.

“Cha-Cha.”

A low whine mixed with a moan escapes my mouth at hearing Germayne’s voice, and I move further down to get around the nightshirt I threw on after my shower.

“Ba—”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought. Where are you?”

“Living room,” I say breathlessly.

“Go to your room and then switch to FaceTime. I want to play.”

16

GERMAYNE

Being in a healthy and thriving relationship with a woman who fills my heart with peace is something I didn’t realize has been missing from my life. After experiencing toxicity, it's been great to simply laugh, bond, and date without forcing any of our encounters. With Chaniya, I have found myself smiling more, laughing harder, and more relaxed, which has been noticed by the people around me. The complexity of my job means a change in my schedule, depending on the needs of the hospital. I’m also still working with Dr. Carpenter and have been contemplating requesting permanent placement under her. Delivering babies has given me more joy than any of the other wings of the hospital. I didn’t anticipate loving the tasks under labor and delivery as much as I have. Yet, it’s been an unmatched reward since my first shift.

“Uh, Germayne, Dr. Speedle needs you to check out the patient in bed twenty,” Nurse Sharma says, cutting into my wayward thoughts.

Nodding, I stand and head to do Dr. Speedle’s bidding without grumbling the rebuttal hanging on my tongue. Dr. Speedle is one of the laziest doctors here, and instead of teaching the PAs working under him, he delegates everything to them.Most of us can’t stand working with him because not only is Dr. Speedle a lousy teacher, but he also likes to cut corners to expedite patients off his plate. Unfortunately for me, the emergency room was busier than laboring mothers, so I had to be reassigned to where I could be most useful.

“Good evening. My name is Germayne Malone, and I’m one of the physicians assistants here. What seems to be troubling you?” I ask after entering the patient's room less than five minutes later.

“Assistant? Does that mean you’re not a doctor? I know they didn’t send a trainee in here to see about my mama.” The pale-faced toddler, whose face is beet red and spotty from the craters he’s neglected to address, stands, waving his arms.

While the individual is older than a toddler, his unnecessary tantrum qualifies him to hold the title, which is also why I ignore him and address the person lying in the bed.

“Can you provide me with the details of what led you to the ER this evening, Ms. Donovan?” I ask again.

“Where the hell is the real doctor? Don’t say nothing, Mama. You can either get someone else in here, or I’m taking my mother out of here, boy.” The doofus rants while stopping his foot.

Not wanting this idiot with zero skincare regime to shift my great mood, I nod and exit the room without another word.

“You might want to call Dr. Speedle because junior doesn’t want his mother to be seen or taken care of by a boy trainee,” I tell Nurse Sharma, who’s approaching me.

“Wait, what? Did he really call you a boy?” Nurse Sharma’s face blanches, and a deep frown erases the smile she had been wearing.

“Does shit stink? Let Dr. Speedle earn his elaborate salary. I’m taking a break.” Shrugging, I turn in the opposite direction toward the bank of elevators.

While this isn’t my first rodeo with a patient releasing the bile festering within them about the color of my skin, it is the first time it has come from someone younger than me. The more things change, the more idiots continue fucking to breed more despicable people like them.

“Hm. Job or no job, I would have cussed his little ass out. I can’t believe he had the audacity to disrespect you like that,” Chaniya rants.

A slow smirk slides into place at the aggression in her tone and the offense in her words at the encounter I had not long ago. It’s well after 9:30, which is Chaniya’s usual bedtime, so I didn’t anticipate her still being up. Yet, I needed someone to keep me in the mood I was in, and Chaniya was the only person capable of doing so, which is why I sent a text to test the waters. When her reply came two minutes later, I called her, and here we are.

“If I react and respond to every hillbilly that enters this hospital, I would be dealing with a blood pressure diagnosis. Unfortunately, stuff like this comes with the territory, and instead of bucking against it, I choose to remove myself from the mess. My only hope is that these people find out their unfounded hate can be reciprocated by someone less tolerant than me.”

“Or that they find an angry bull with a vendetta who will ram its horn in their raggedy asses. Maybe then they’ll be able to shit properly because, clearly, the constipation they’re suffering from is affecting their common sense.”

“What in the world are you saying, Cha-Cha?” Laughing boisterously, I shake my head at the antics coming from her mouth.

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