Page 64 of Pain and Possession

"Hayes." I finish for her, Noè's eyes trained on the woman as if she's going to tuck me under her arm and make a run for it. He's been extra… possessive. Part of me realizes he's probably nervous about my apartment and Camilla. Stressed no doubt but there's something else bothering him.

I can't fucking stand it. His cocky self-assured demeanor seems to ebb and flow this morning.

"Oh, my apologies your chart has something different. Did someone help you fill out the paperwork we sent to you last night?" I glance at Noè, scowling.

"I didn't receive any paperwork."

"You were sleeping when I got home baby, I didn't want to wake you." My cheeks flush at his use of the cheesy pet name, althoughdollis certainly my favorite. Even in a crowd he can make me feel as if it's only us. PDA isn't really my thing and I think he knows it. My skin comes to life as he gently slips his finger inside the hem of the skintight designer jeans I'm wearing. Noè isn't all bad, he did update my closet at the compound, and I'll be dammed if I didn't love every single article. Each in a refined version of my street style. According to him the stylist called itbusiness grunge.

"Last name change then." She mutters typing away on the tablet in her hands.

"What was it before if you don't mind me asking?"

"We have you under Olive Arcuri." She casts an awkward glance at Noè before quickly averting her eyes. I don't miss the way she straightens her back, pushing her large breasts up.

… I'm going to need you to not.

I scowl at him again, and the cute smirk he's now wearing.

Cute? Geez Olive.

"I suppose we're changing your marital status to single as well?" The hopeful note in her voice makes me clench my fist around his hand, my nails that Charlotte insisted on painting before we left an annoying shade of purple pricking his skin.

"No." I snap, making the room grow more uncomfortable which he seems to enjoy. As soon as her questions are over, she takes her reluctant exit. I make quick work of discarding his hand and standing but before I can step away from the examination table he's pushing me back down. He gently lifts my leg, tugging off the wedged boot I'm wearing.

"I can undress myself."

"Yes but it's considerably more fun when I do it." He murmurs placing the shoes off to the side as he pulls me back to a stand. His skilled fingers set to work unbuttoning my pants, taking his time as he slowly slips them down my legs. His scuffed knuckles trailing lightly across my skin as he goes. Goosebumps break out over my thighs as the cool air hits my heated skin. I suck in a shaky breath as he runs his ring adorned fingers lightly along my inner thigh. I lean into him, gripping his shoulders tightly as he runs them over my pulsing clit in my underwear. He snakes his hands under my dark gray top, making me giggle as his fingers tickle my sides.

He pauses his intense eyes light with amusement, "Olive, are you… ticklish?" My eyes widen slightly before I clear my throat appearing indifferent as his hands make more passes along my sides.

"Nope."

His lips brush against mine, "Liar."

He immediately calls my bluff making me erupt in laughter struggling to peel his hands off me. He doesn't relent until tears prickle in my eyes as I slump back against the examination table. His hardened length poking into my core as he leans against me. We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily and smiling wildly.

"You have no clue how beautiful you are." He remarks shaking his head before he kisses me gently. Leaning back to adjust himself in his dress pants. He's wearing a suit today which means he has something important and undoubtedly criminal to do later. I quickly remove my shirt stepping into the gown as he holds it open for me, securing the ties in the back like my life depends on it.

He steps towards the door to let them know I'm ready but I stop him, my hand catching his, "Earlier before the nurse came in, what were you going to say?"

He pauses, gently removing my hand, "I can't remember." He knocks on the door returning to his scary dog position at my side. Towering over me even more than normal since I'm seated.

"Now who's the liar?" I mumble as the door opens again. This time Marcus stepping through, both of us ignoring the way Noè's head snaps towards me.

Alphahole.

"Okay, all the base points look great. Your eye looks good, any headaches, grogginess?" I shake my head as he steps up to me, putting his stethoscope in his ears as he presses it to my chest, "Deep breath."

I do as I'm told, gradually growing more and more annoyed that Noè keeps adjusting closer and grabbing me tighter. I decide I don't have the balls to answer half of these questions honestly with him breathing down my neck.

"Noè, will you step out please?" I ask not meaning it as a question. Either he goes and I finish the exam or I stop answering questions entirely. Both are fine with me. That nagging fear from yesterday returns, making my chest feel tight.

"Absolutely not." He says, crossing his arms like a defiant child. Holyfuckingshit you're the leader of a notorious crime family not a seven-year-old. I take a deep breath, knowing reacting with anger never gets me anywhere with him.

Glancing up at him from under my lashes, worrying my lip, "It's just… embarrassing answering all this in front of you. It's private." My cheeks flush brighter, as if answering some unmade command. He opens his mouth to argue before stopping himself, instead leaning in close the tip of his nose tickling my heated cheek.

"Behave. I like Marcus, it would he a shame to put a bullet in his skull." With that he kisses my cheek, giving Marcus a warning look which he seems indifferent to.

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