Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
My heart beats triple time.
Here it is.
She probably wants to know when she can meet this nonexistent guy I'm dating, and it's because her cancer is back, and—-
"It's not Nik, is it?"
Her words work like a slap in the face, and the sheer grossness of it has me emerging from my shock.
"Oh my God, Io. EEEEW!"
"I just want to be sure," my sister protests sheepishly. "You know what happened to Daria's friend—-"
"Please excuse me while I throw up—-"
"So it's really not Nik?"
"Gross, Io! Just gross!" My skin crawls at just hearing his name uttered in this context.
"I'm sorry," Io apologizes with a laugh. "I just really had to ask—-"
"Can we stop talking about this for now?" I'm desperately in need for a change of subject to preserve my sanity. "Let's talk about you, Greece, or anything else under the sun—-"
"Okay, okay, I get it. And I'm doing really great here, if that's what you're asking, and—-oh, has Nik said anything about our house?"
"Nothing yet," I lie without hesitation, "but I'm sure he'll let me know when it's safe to go back."
"Keep me posted on that, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
I hear Io cough as she says good night, but she's already hung up before I can ask her if she's okay.
Shit, shit, shit.
Chuck comes back with my order, and I thank him in a daze.
You're paranoid. Just paranoid.
But pain is already squeezing the sides of my temple, and my lungs are struggling to function yet again.
Calm down, calm down.
After everything she's been through, my sister knows better than to hide anything about her illness.
She'll tell me if something's wrong.
But she hasn't.
And so that means she's okay.
Do you hear that, Leah?
Io is fine, and it's me who'll be in trouble if Nik finds out I'm having headaches again.
So go away, stupid headache!
But it only gets worse as time passes, and I'm forced to take some painkillers when it's time for me to go to bed. My skull feels like it's about to explode, and I just know there's only one way to put an end to this.
I need to forget I'm Leah for a moment and ask—-
What would you do, Temptation...if you were in my shoes?
Ten
Adam had been fighting against the urge to contact Temptation the entire day. His 8AM surgery had been a success, and with no patients scheduled to visit the clinic, Joelle had taken the rest of the day off while Adam struggled to look for something to occupy his time.
Since even E.R. was having a slow day, Adam eventually found himself working out in his club's fitness facility, but while he was able to kill a few hours pounding the treadmill and doing weights—-
She was always at the back of his mind, and it was only when he was finally back in his apartment that he allowed himself to think about his recent obsession of late.
Although SFI hadn't disclosed her age, Adam had a feeling she was a lot younger than he was, and certainly a lot more skittish as well. It was these things that had made Adam decide to take things slow and not pressure her, never mind if his desire for her had him jerking off in the shower every night.
What else could he fucking do, when it was all too obvious that she had little sexual experience? There was every chance of her backing out if he pushed her too hard, and that was not a risk he was willing to take.
He wanted her the way he had never wanted any of his former lovers, but damn if he knew why exactly that was. Although Temptation was pretty good at sticking to her role as this sweet, innocent girl who hadn't the smallest idea she was being exploited by her conscienceless doctor of a prick—-
Adam had a feeling she was the opposite in real life, and maybe...just maybe it was this intriguing possibility that had him relishing their every interaction and never wanting to put the phone down because it would mean losing contact with her.
The way she had him acting like some school boy with a crush was bordering on the ridiculous, but just as Adam considered signing out from the fucking app, if only to prove to himself that Temptation didn't have him wrapped around her little unseen finger—-
It was that same damn app which suddenly sounded an alert, and Adam nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get out of the shower and grab his phone.
Your patient has requested a clinic appointment at 6:00 PM tomorrow night.
Do you accept?
Adam had never clicked 'yes' so fast in his life.
Appointment confirmed.
A loading wheel popped up on his screen, followed by a Google Maps link.
Please be at the location provided by 5:oo PM.
The appointment will be automatically cancelled if you are unable to check in using our app by 5:15 PM.