Page 50 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"How's Mr. Riordan treating you?"

My eyes light up because I expected this question. My father must be curious. I take a drag of the cigarette and exhale, wetting my lips. "He's riding me hard," I say in a sultry voice. "Making sure I get the work done right. I COME…in every day by 9 a.m."

She swallows because I think she gets aroused when I talk about men insinuating how I use their appendages. How hard they get when they see a woman. I don't care if my father takes it out on me later. I'm used to it after so many years and this is where I can vent. When I started seeing Dr. Wick, I secretly hoped she would find me crazy enough and put me in a room in the ward for a couple of days so that I didn't have to go back home and deal with Charles and his rituals.

"What else do you do for Mr. Riordan?"

I snuff out the cigarette, adding to the holes in the carpet under the chair. "Oh, a lot of things. The first week, I had orientation." I lick my lips seductively. I inwardly laugh when a flush rises on her cheeks, and she shifts in her seat. "Does Mr. Wick…fuck you hard. Not those lazy fucks, you know--" I wink, "a good solid hard fuck. The kind that makes your toes curl?"

Her face turns red in lust and anger. "Leave."

"Just tell him, Dr. Wick." I lower my voice. "Tell him to fuck you with his tongue. You won't be so uptight."

"Leave!" She raises her voice, pulling the neck of her blouse, and I notice she isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples are hard, and she's aroused. Good.

"I need to change my medication. The one you gave me messes with my memory."

She tears a script off the pad after she scribbles something on it the way doctors tend to do, like five-year-old's writing in a notebook, and only a pharmacist understands.

The door opens, and another doctor walks in with dark hair and a medium build. "Excuse me, Dr. Wick?" The color in Dr. Wicks's face turns pink. Her eyes widen. The pen falls from her fingers, and I smile when she smooths her skirt and rights herself.

"Yes?"

"I need you in room four," he says.

"I'll be right there," she says softly, but I don't miss how her eyes betray her.

She's fucking him.

She hands me the script and turns toward the hallway but then turns with her hand gripping the door. "Same time, Friday."

Turning in my seat, surprised she still wants to see me after she asked me to leave. I give her a knowing smile. "Remember, what I said."

"I gotta go."

She closes the door, and I hear her heels click-clack on the floor heading down the hallway, then, "You needed to see me, Dillon…" The sound of clothes being shifted, heavy breathing, and a grunt fill my ears until the closing of the door shuts off the rest, so I turn and make my way out to the receptionist.

"Is that all?" the receptionist asks.

"I also need my monthly birth control refilled."

She looks at my name, and she freezes for a moment. She looks up with wide eyes and smiles. "I'll be right back. Let me fill those for you."

Weird.

She comes back after five minutes and hands me both filled prescriptions. "Did Dr. Wick need you to come in again?"

"Yes."

“Date and Time?"

“Friday at Four."

"Perfect."

"Let me get her to sign off, and you should be all set." She moves to get up, and I don't stop her when she walks down the hallway looking for Dr. Wick.

I walk out, not feeling bad about her getting caught fucking Dillon. Bitch fucks with plenty of lives.

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