Page 8 of Doctor Mile High
My vision becomes blurry, and his loud groan of my name makes another pleasurable spasm possess my body. I feel every warm jet of cum filling me, and there’s something in the back of my mind telling me that isn’t a good thing. I’ve forgotten something.
Between alcohol and happiness, I can’t seem to remember what it is.
I lose consciousness, and I hope I never wake up from this dream.
2
WINSTON
Eight months later…
The lipstick has smeared.
I grind my teeth together, staring down at the napkin Dove left on the nightstand after that night. She kissed it and signed her name below the lip print.
God.
Her lips.
I miss them. I want them. I want them right now. If I think hard enough, I can almost feel the softness of her mouth again mine. I can almost smell the sweetness of her perfume and the taste of rum on her tongue.
I want to go back to that night. I want to relive it again and again.
I told her I’d haunt her, but she’s the one haunting me. Every single night I wake up from a wet dream, my cum smeared all over my stomach. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. I’ve never…wantedlike this before.
I’ve tried finding her. I even hired a private investigator to search for her, but all I had to give him was this napkin and a photo she and I took together. The problem with the photo is that it’s blurry and only captures her side profile. We were laughing and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about. I just remembering thinking she had the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. I loved that her happiness reached her eyes.
I think I fell in love that night.
And now I’m left to love a woman I can’t find.
“Dr. Warrick?”
The napkin is easy to fold, since the creases are so deep and engrained in the paper. “Yes, Olivia?” I slip it into my wallet, where the small thin square will be safe. I never want to lose the only thing I have from Dove.
The only thing I have that she has touched, besides me.
“I’m just reminding you that you have a surgery soon. Can I get you a coffee or anything beforehand?”
“That would be lovely, Olivia. Thank you. You know how much I need my coffee.”
“Four cups a day, every day, and you always want a cup before surgery too.” She smiles.
Olivia has been the best assistant I’ve ever had. She knows me better than I know myself. My habits, my moods, my emotions, and she even knows events in my life better than I do. Without her, I don’t think I would make it through the day.
“Oh, Dr. Warrick? Your father called and he wants to speak with you when you have time.”
A heavy sigh escapes me, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. I come from a very wealthy family. My adopted parents own the Warrick Medical Group, which owns hospitals across the country, including Warrick General Hospital, the hospital where I am currently chief of surgery.
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“No, but he did want to remind you that your brother’s birthday is next week, and the family is getting together to celebrate.”
My eyes round. I’m shocked that I’ve forgotten my own brother’s birthday. I’ve been so caught up in finding Dove and performing surgeries more frequently, that it completely slipped my mind. I rub my temples, hating that I forgot about Wyatt.
My parents were so busy working for the Warrick Medical Group that I took on the responsibility of raising my two younger brothers. I didn’t miss anything while they were growing up. If they had a basketball or football game, I was there cheering them on. I was the first to take them to celebrate their birthdays. I’ve been their shoulder to cry on after their hearts were broken, because that’s what older brothers do.
And I’m older by a decade. My parents adopted me when I was six, after I’d been bounced around from foster home to foster home. When The Warricks took me in as their own, I promised myself that I would never give them reason to get rid of me.
