Page 15 of Stalked By the Doctor

Beautiful, precious girl. She's worth a thousand careers.

I pull her into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind us. Thomas may be threatening to destroy me, but right now, with Britney in my arms, it hardly seems to matter. He can expose us, fire me, blacklist me from every hospital in the country—but he will never control me. Not when being with Britney makes me feel so profoundly, dangerously alive.

Our kiss is hungry, devouring, full of teeth and heat. I press her back against the wall, hands roaming as she tugs at my hair. Perhaps this is reckless, perhaps it will end in disaster—but if loving Britney is wrong, then I don't want to be right.

Britney pulls back from me and places a hand on my chest. "Paul, what's wrong?"

Fuck, she can sense it. I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"The medical director at the hospital knows about us," I admit, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "He's threatening to have me fired if I don't end our relationship."

Britney's eyes widen, her lips parting in shock. "But he can't do that, can he? I'm eighteen, and you haven't done anything wrong."

"Technically I have, according to the hospital's policy on relationships between staff members and patients." I rake a hand through my hair, pulse pounding at the memory of Thomas's smug expression. "But I don't care about the rules, or my job, or any of it. I only care about you."

"Paul, stop." Britney grasps my face between her hands, gaze intense. "You worked too hard to get where you are today. You can't throw it all away for my sake."

"Watch me," I growl, covering her hands with my own. "I'm not losing you, Britney. Not for Thomas, not for anyone. We'll find another way around this, go somewhere he can't reach us. We'll make it work, I promise you that."

"You're not thinking straight." Britney shakes her head, though her eyes shine with tears. "Your job is your life's work. You can't sacrifice your career for a relationship that might not even last."

Anger flares in my chest at her words. After everything we've shared, how can she doubt my commitment to her? "Don't you understand? There is no life, no future I want if you're not part of it. I love you, Britney, and nothing Thomas does or says will ever change that."

"Paul, please listen to me—"

I crush my mouth against hers, kissing her with a desperation that steals her breath. She hesitates for a single heartbeat before melting into my embrace, her fingers twisting in my hair. We stumble backwards into the bedroom, clothes dropping to the floor between searing kisses and caresses.

I make love to her in a frenzy, trying to convince her without words that I need her more than I need air to breathe. I pound at her savagely like I'm trying to fuck some sense into her until she comes with a high-pitched scream, and I come with a roar, her tight cunt fluttering around me and milking me for all I'm worth.

When at last we lie spent in each other's arms, I know with bone-deep certainty that Britney is my destiny. Thomas and his threats no longer matter. Our future is ours alone to decide.

I cradle Britney close, her head pillowed on my chest as she sleeps. My mind replays the confrontation with Thomas, his fury and threats still ringing in my ears. But in this quiet moment, wrapped in Britney's warmth, the fear and anger fade away.

There is no power on earth that could make me give her up. Our love is worth fighting for, no matter the cost.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Britney

I sit alonein my apartment, trembling. The heaviness in my chest threatens to crush me.

Tears streak down my face as I stare at the wall, thoughts of Dr. Jameson losing his job echoing in my mind.

Either end it with Paul, or he gets fired. Has his career ruined. Everything he's worked for destroyed.

All because ofme.

I glance down at my hands, clenching and unclenching. They shake uncontrollably, like the rest of me. Like my world.

Shit. What am I going to do?

Paul loves his job. It's his life, his passion. He saves lives. His work isimportant. I can't be the reason he loses that. I can't ruin him like that.

But God, losing him will kill me.

The thought makes the ache in my chest flare into a physical pain. I press my palm against it, as if that could contain the anguish threatening to consume me.

I love Paul with everything in me. Every broken, battered piece of my soul belongs to him. The thought of walking away from him rips me into shreds.

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