Page 4 of Stalked By the Doctor

"You're perfect." The words are out before I can stop them. Her eyes fly to mine, wide and wondering. "You're special, Britney. You're strong and brave, and you deserve to be happy. I'm going to make sure of that."

"You..." She swallows hard. "You really mean that?"

"With all my heart." I lift her hand and press my lips to her palm, thrilling at her quiet gasp.

"No one's ever cared about me like this before," she whispers.

"Get used to it." I smile down at her, triumph and desire swirling inside me. She's falling, tumbling into my waiting arms.

Soon, she'll be mine forever.

* * *

I become determined to protect Britney from any harm, feeling a growing obsession with her well-being.

My need to keep Britney safe borders on madness. I think of little else—her fragile smile, the haunted look in her eyes, the scars on her pale skin. Scarsheput there.

Rage rises in me again, acidic and choking. I have to find him. Have to make him pay for what he's done.

But first, I need to ensure Britney's safety. I study her chart for any signs of complications, check on her at all hours, bristle when other doctors go near her. She ismineto care for.Mineto protect.

I find out where she's been living with her piece of shit stepdad. They live in a rundown apartment across town, the lobby reeking of stale cigarettes and defeat.

My hands clench into fists, nails biting into my palms. This is no place for my Britney. She should be cared for, cherished.

I make a decision then. When the time is right, I'll bring her home with me.

For now, I put her up in an apartment near mine.

Where I can keep her close, keep her safe.

Always.

* * *

When Britney is discharged from the hopsital, she trustingly puts her little hand in mine and watches with wide eyes as I open the door to the apartment I secured her.

"Dr. Jameson!" she gasps. "This is too much! There's no way I can pay you for this."

"You being safe is enough, Britney."

She bites her lip, and I ball my hands into fists to keep from dragging her into my arms and rutting her here and now. "I'm going to get a job," she promises me. "I'll pay you back somehow, I promise.

I finally allow myself to touch her lips. I hold a finger to them, my balls tightening painfully as I feel her warm breath on my skin.

Jesus, the way she's looking up at me. All sweet and innocent.

"Can you be happy here?"

She swallows and nods. "Yes, it's beautiful. More than I ever dreamed of."

I nod back at her. "Then, that's payment enough, Britney."

As much as I yearn to stay longer, I know that doing so will only test my restraint, and it's already at its limits. I certainly don't want Britney thinking she has to pay for her apartment with her body, which is what I'm afraid she'll think if I make a move on her now.

So, I leave. It almost kills me to leave her, but I know she'll be fine.

I've made sure of it with all the cameras I had put in her apartment.

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