Page 9 of Freak

Two years later

Rafael

“I ’ve got something special for you tonight,” Summer mentioned on her way to work this morning.

Summer was the wildest card I’d ever pulled, not because she was spontaneous as hell, but because the intention behind her every demand led us closer and closer to the edge of dangerously hot, submissive sex.

I could be that woman’s submissive all day, every day.

She was that damn good to me, and I didn’t fucking deserve her.

After that god awful reunion a couple years back—the one where my goddess forgave me for my sins—Summer ended up flying home with me. Pancakes and pussy for breakfast every day for a goddamn month had been heaven, until she had to go back to her new penthouse in New York.

I didn’t last long until I transferred from Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago over to the most prestigious children’s hospital in New York, East Cardinal Children’s Medical Center. Bonus points, it was only ten minutes away from Summer’s penthouse and, conveniently, my new home.

It took a few months, but we were finally settled in our life.

We were both busy as hell most of the time.

Summer had been working on upgrading her current heart chips, especially after the large funding check she received thanks to her breakthroughs in cardiological technology.

That kept her out most days and nights. And me?

I’d been saving lives and taking things one day at a time.

Being a doctor was rewarding, except for the days it wasn’t.

No matter how many conversations I had in the past, letting parents know ‘ we did everything we could ’ never got easier.

And while most couples enjoyed their weekends together, Summer and I had Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings all to ourselves. We’d shut reality out for those precious eighteen hours, tangled up in sheets from sixty floors above the rest of the world.

While most Tuesday nights consisted of her tying me up in bed—torturing me into an achy, hard mess—there’d been other nights, where Summer planned for us to go to some of New York’s most exclusive parties.

It wasn’t the typical environment where everyone seemed like a damn prick to meet, it was much more laid back than that.

And more often than not, it ended with Summer riding my face until dawn.

She had connections from all over the world; she was friendly with many Hollywood elites, and buddy-buddy with the biggest fashion icons. She loved her red bottoms and infinite collection of black dresses that she swore up and down were different from one another.

That was debatable.

One thing was for sure, she looked damn good in and out of each one.