Page 37 of Imperfection is Beauty

And thankfully because I got to be in her world.

And damn if she didn’t capture me this time as well.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I have every intention of making her mine.

Only, from the vibes I was getting from her, I needed to take things slow.

Gaining her trust was my first step.

My second step was to reel her in.

My third step was to get her to fall in love with me.

Because damn, if I wasn’t already there after seeing her the handful of times I had.

I smiled down at her, and then murmured, “You’re still cute as fuck.”

She snorted and then winced, and then I winced because I caused tears to hit her eyes.

But before I could apologize, we both heard, “Scarlett McKinney.”

Offering her my hand, I helped her stand and then whispered, “Keep your head back, Shortcake, I’ll guide you.”

All she did was nod as I placed my hands on either side of her hips and guided her in the direction the nurse was taking us.

Ten minutes later we were in a room and waiting for the doctor.

Twenty minutes later I was waiting outside the x-ray room while they got what they needed to see if her nose was broken before the doctor came into the room.

And while I waited the conversation between her, and the x-ray tech played on repeat in my head.

The nurse in black scrubs and black hair pulled back in a low ponytail asked, “Is there a chance you could be pregnant?”

Scarlett shook her head as best she could, “Definitely not.”

That was when the nurse's eyes slid to me, “Birth control is only ninety percent effective. And that’s a good-looking man you have there.”

I could hear it in her tone, and knew she was getting aggravated, don’t ask me how I knew that I just did.

And let me tell you something, the dominance, and Neanderthal tendencies I possess… Well, I had to seriously stop myself from murmuring, good girl, and then pound my chest.

Me Tarzan. You Jane.

“First, he's my friend. Secondly, you have to have sex in order to get pregnant. And since I know for sure my hymen is intact because I haven’t trusted anyone with that part of me… Pretty sure I’m not pregnant.”

And that was when the door to the room closed in my face.

Fifteen minutes later, Scarlett turned her head on the flimsy hospital pillow, moaned, and then whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head at her, “It’s okay, Shortcake.”

“It’s really not,” she moaned.

That was when there was a knock on the door, and a younger man poked his head in, “Hello, I’m Doctor Daniels.”

Doctor? He didn’t look much older than Scarlett and me. What the fuck? Weren’t doctors supposed to be older? Matter of fact, all the ones I’ve seen have been older.

Before I could tell my mouth not to open and voice my thoughts, it did it anyway, “Are you old enough to be a doctor?”

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