Page 23 of Strangers No More
I looked up and made eye contact with the nurse.
“Dr. Johnston’s ready to see you.”
I swallowed the bile inching up my throat. Like I said, I didn’t have a problem coming to the doctor’s office, I had a problem with the doctor himself. You see, when I had my first appointment with Dr. Johnston, he instantly became infatuated with me. He begged and offered up money so that he could take my purity, but thankfully, Mr. L declined his request. However, because he was so intrigued with me and being the greedy evil bastard that he is, Mr. L made it to where he was my primary doctor.
After paying a substantial fee, the pair had an agreement that Dr. Johnston could be my doctor as long as he didn’t penetrate any part of me. In other words, Dr. Johnston had free range to touch and grope any part of me without consequences and I couldn’t say shit. In the beginning, I tried to go to the police, but that was when Bruno watched me like a hawk. If I was successful at getting past him, then one of Mr. L’s other minions was tailing me. Hell, I never even made it to the police parking lot. Later, I found out that some of the cops were on Mr. L’s payroll. I didn’t know who I could trust, and it got to the point that I stopped trying.
I followed the nurse into an exam room where she did the usual – took my vitals, checked my weight, and blood pressure. After that, I was instructed to get undressed and to put on that thin ass paper napkin they called a patient gown and to wait for the doctor. At this point, my hands were shaking. I was ready to get this shit over with. Mr. L knew good and damn well that I wasn’t being promiscuous and yet, he had me in this creep’s office once a week.
A light tap came at the door followed by its opening. I rolled my eyes as Dr. Johnston walked in. He was a bit tall, maybe around 5’11, with salt and pepper hair that was styled in a small coiled afro. His skin reminded me of the pecans I used to pick up and eat when I visited my family back in Texas. On the outside, Dr. Johnston was a handsome man, bright straight teeth, hypnotizing brown eyes, and a matching salt and pepper beard. He was like that fine ass grandpa that had all the older women swooning, but all of that was diminished the moment he took action.
“Good morning, my beautiful flower.”
I huffed out a sigh. “Can we get this over with?”
He expelled a low chuckle as the door locked behind him before he began walking towards me. “Why, Addison, baby, you just got here and you’re ready to leave me so fast?”
“If I never had to see your ugly ass face again, it’d be a blessing.”
“Now, you and I both know that I am far from ugly, sweetheart.” Dr. Johnston laughed, running his hand up my leg.
I tried to snatch away from him, but he gripped his hand around my calf tighter. His nails began to dig into my leg, causing me to wince out in pain. His dark chocolate eyes bore into me as he yanked up my foot and placed it into the holder at the end of the table. Dr. Johnston grabbed my other leg and pulled, causing me to fall backward on to my back.
“Please, Dr. Johnston. No one’s touched me, I swear.”
Ignoring me, I watched as the doctor pulled up a chair and sat in between my legs. He hummed out a loan moan as I heard him unzip his pants.
“Now, let’s take a look. Oh, I can see that you are still untouched.”
His cold hands ran up my legs and pushed my legs apart. I used to fight him by trying to squeeze my legs closed, but that only made it worse for me. I suddenly felt his fingers spreading my lower lips, exposing my pearl.
“S-shit, baby. I wish I could suck on this fat clit.” Dr. Johnston groaned. “I’ve never seen a pussy so beautiful. Nice, fat, juicy, and with a fucking piercing! Shit, baby! I bet you can get really nasty in the sheets once you were broken in.”
I felt one of his arms moving rapidly as he continued to hold my sex open. The sounds of his low moans and curses filled the room, causing tears to brim my eyes. My stomach churned with the realization of what he was doing. He pleasured himself while staring at my pussy almost every visit and I shouldn’t have been surprised. Still, I hated this! I was being violated and the only thing I felt was disgust for myself. Yet, I couldn’t do shit about it.
Clamping my eyes closed, I thought about all of the ways I was going to torture and kill Dr. Johnston when I was able to escape Mr. L. If he felt comfortable doing this to me, I could only imagine how many other innocent women he’s violated. When I make my escape, I vow to come back and cut him up piece by piece for every time he’s touched me without my permission.
Dr. Johnston grunted and I could feel his body slightly jerking. His heavy breathing made nausea roll through me as he finally removed his hands from me. He took a deep inhale of my pussy before I heard him stand up and zip his pants. I refused to make eye contact with him as he rolled the chair back to the corner of the room.
“As always, Addison, it was a pleasure seeing you and I’ll see you next week.”
I laid still on the hospital cot until I heard his footsteps move towards the door and exit the room. I jumped up and snatched the gown off of me, quickly getting dressed. I didn’t want to spend one more minute in here longer than I had to. Idamn near sprinted out of the office and back to the car, not bothering for Bruno to open the door for me. As I sat in the backseat, tears rolled down my face, but I swiped them away before I booked my flight to Philly.
Chapter 13
Seojun
Ayzo, Nicholas, and I tapped our glasses together before downing the shot of tequila. I laughed at the pair, who had their faces scrunched up as I enjoyed the burn in my chest. I was the only one who appreciated a smooth tequila while the others preferred brown liquor. It’s not like I didn’t mind some good ole Crown Royal, but Don Julio was my shit.
“Damn, Seo! I know this shit be getting you fucked up.” Nicholas winced, squeezing lime juice into his mouth.
“It sure does - expeditiously.” I laughed, refilling my glass with another shot.
We got another round of drinks and made our way back to the pool tables. It was a nice size crowd for a Tuesday night at Jill’s, and I could see why. The drinks were cheap, not watered down, and Ms. Jill put her foot in her food. I damn nearhad almost everything off the menu, but my absolute favorite was the burgers. Her son, Junior, had his grill going and he made the best damn hamburger I’ve ever tasted. Between the burgers and the hot wings, Ms. Jill fed my big back at least three times a week.
I decided to order some mini sliders and fried pickles from Ms. Jill’s app that I helped her create. Even though she insisted that I didn’t pay since the app was doing amazing and had new customers in her establishment every day, I didn’t mind giving up my money to her. Besides, after what I heard about Ms. Jill and everything her and her late husband, Benny, been through, she deserved to retire with her bank account full. Her son was a good man, too, and could keep the business running if she chose to stay home more.
I sat back in my chair before locking eyes with Ayzo who arched an eyebrow at me. I smirked and raised my glass to him. He knew me too well and knew that I was in my head. To be fair, I always am. At the moment, his words about giving up on my revenge had me in an internal battle. I mean, I could see myself being a silent partner with the realtor company and investing in Jill’s while still running the jaguars. I could honor my father’s wishes with the Reaper’s contract by settling down and starting that family to bring in my heir.
