Page 120 of Grumpy Bossy Doctor

"I think I finally understand why my brothers prefer to have their wives cook even when they know how to," he said as he took another bite and his face melted in pleasure.

A wife.

"I'm glad you like it," I said as I continued the meal, and he watched me.

He helped me clear the dishes and I joined him on the couch as we watched Botched.

"Is this how you learn things?" I asked.

"The number of things entertainment TV can teach you amazes me most of the time," he replied. "But, yes, this is how I learn most of the time. Ha."

"Good to know," I said and turned my attention to the TV.

I was bored so I decided to watch him. He was focused, and I could tell he was taking mental notes as the doctors explained the processes. He looked so handsome. I couldn't understand how no one had fallen in love with this man long ago. He stopped watching and turned his attention to me. He smiled, winked, and turned his focus back to the TV. I was all gushy just from the action.

I realized that not only was I in love with this man, but I had also developed a huge crush on him, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Ian? Ian? Ian? Ian?" I called him repeatedly as I poked his chin.

He looked at me, slightly upset that I was interrupting his TV time.

"I want kisses," I demanded.

His gaze softened, and he leaned in and obliged.

"More…" I demanded.

He kissed me again.

"More."

And again.

"More."

Again.

"More…"

His body was on mine as his lips took my mouth. We made out passionately. The sex was good, but there was just something about kissing that I couldn't explain. I relied on my whimpers and groans. Groans were the sign he was too soft. Whimpers, too hard. The moment of silence was perfect until I gave the sign. Hard, soft, or a perfect blend of both, I didn't care. I just wanted more of his lips. And he didn't hesitate to grant my lips’ desire.

That was how the night ended: just two souls madly in love, communicating with their lips.

*****

The Sullivans seemed to have a lot of dinners together. Ian explained that they recently had one in their father's memory. This one was just to check on how everyone was doing. We were in front of the door, and I was extremely nervous. I didn't want to embarrass him.

"Just be yourself, trust me you won't embarrass me one bit," he assured me. "I'm more worried about my idiot brother."

"What if they don't like chocolate?" I asked as I looked at the box I had bought.

"Who doesn't like chocolate?" he sighed. "Don't think too much about this, Natasha. They'll love you just the way you are. Even if you're a brat."

"I'm not a brat, I'm a princess," I proudly stated.

"Forgive me, your highness," he said and bowed.

"You're forgiven," she said.

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