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Chapter 5

Tobias

F ucking Justin.

The asshole nearly ruined my plan and blew my goddamn cover. I knew the second I told him where I wanted to go—a club full of strobes, lasers, and half naked people—he knew exactly why. I don’t go to these types of places, so he fucking put two and two together and realized my new obsession. He saw the way I’d been staring at Aria at work, how many times I checked my messages throughout the day, seeing absolutely nothing from her chat box.

I wanted to reach out first, but I searched online that if you lay it on heavy, it can be uncomfortable and come across like I’m a creep.

I’m not a creep—I just like the look of Dr. Aria Miller.

She hates when I call her that, but I don’t care. I like the way her nose scrunches when the name leaves my mouth, or how her lips purse, her eyes flashing with anger and annoyance. I almost want her to slap me.

It would be amazing. Imagine having her hand on my cheek? I’d be dreaming.

“Fuck, dude. She’s hammered.”

I look up from my phone to see my doctor’s friend, Gabriella, falling around the dance floor as they try to get to the bathroom.

Aria is worried. She’s trying to get her to walk straight. I almost want to go get a bottle of water for her drunk ass, but that involves leaving my seat and missing the view of her walking towards me on her way back to the booth.

Her friend is supposed to be here for work, and she’s drinking like that? I’m sure she hasn’t had that many drinks, but then I freeze and grip my phone so hard, I’m shocked it doesn’t crack.

I look at Justin, and he winks at me when he realizes I caught him. “Easy night, am I right?”

My left eye twitches at his words. I knew he was a scumbag, but to roofie a girl he’s trying to get with is a new low. I grit my teeth as Aria stresses more, her eyes lifting to me momentarily before vanishing through the women’s room door.

If her friend wasn’t so fucked up right now, I’d have her attention. It’s hopeful thinking, but I know she’d be over here, and I’d either have my arm behind her on the booth or she’d be giving me some sort of attitude for drinking alcohol when we have work tomorrow.

I’m not. My glass is filled with water. I don’t drink.

It messes with my medication, and I like to be in full control without putting a blocker on my psyche. It’s one thing my father was heavy on me with before he died. He was the only one who understood me and the way my mind worked, because I was exactly like him. Mom hated him for encouraging me to embrace my true self.

My true self meant being obsessed with one thing at a time and making it my entire life. When I was a kid, that was cars. Actually, one specific car. It was a red toy Ferrari that caught my attention in a store one day, and my entire room ended up covered in different sizes of it.

It seems the older I get, the more…intensely this obsessive personality trait is becoming, though this is the first time I’ve been obsessed with a person.

A girl.

Someone who I just happen to be an assistant for while she’s here temporarily.

Gabriella is whispering something to Aria on their way back, who rolls her eyes and shakes her head, dragging her friend to the booth. Justin smiles at me.

“Time to shine,” he says. “Wish me luck?”

“Why would I wish you luck when you drugged her? You’re weak and pathetic.”

He laughs. “That’s why we are best friends.”

It’s not. I tolerate him most of the time. I met him during a group therapy session when we were eighteen, and he kind of latched onto me. Since I’m a loner, he’s the only guy I talk to. Getting him into the same job as me was hard, considering my stepfather hates him, but it was a deal breaker if I had to come into this on my own.

But Justin is definitely trying to fuck with me right now, because he’s attempting to hide his smirk as he calls out Aria’s name the closer she and her friend get to us.

I watch Aria’s eye lift to him, and she tilts her head as he gets up and gestures for her to sit on his side of the booth. Her lips are moving as she says something to him, and I feel itchy with the way he leans on the table and smiles at her while secretly planning to fuck Gabriella.

Thankfully, Gabriella moves my doctor aside and drops down beside Justin.

My skin tingles as a presence sits beside me, and I’m so fucking drawn to her scent, her naked leg one slight movement away from touching me, her dark hair flowing down her back...

Damn. I am so fucked for this girl, and I’ve only just met her.

I pull out my phone to try to distract myself from dropping my hand to her thigh and demanding she let me lick every fucking hole available to me.

Me: Keep Justin away from your friend.

Without lifting my eyes to watch her, I see the three bubbles pop up as she types back.

Doctor Miller: Are you jealous? You don’t seem the type.

Me: I’m not, and I’m not jealous. He’ll just try to fuck her, and we don’t need that kind of awkwardness at work when he ghosts her after it.

Doctor Miller: Good point. I’m going to call a cab and take her home.

Me: Don’t bother. I’ll drive you back to your hotel.

I don’t give her a chance to type back—my phone slides into my pocket, and I take one last drink of my glass of water.

Wanting to crack open his jaw, I mouth to Justin, “back off the doctors.”

He laughs. “The fuck?” he mouths back. “I’m not claiming yours.”

I stare at him, losing my patience. He laughs again and lifts his hands.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I turn to Aria, seeing her click her screen off and give me a nervous smile.

Checking it, I see she sent me another message.

Doctor Miller: Can we leave now?

Watching her sleep should be illegal.

She has no right to be as beautiful as she is, so fucking addictive to be around. I can’t even leave her hotel room. Her friend is sleeping in the bathtub, Justin is asleep on the floor, and my little doctor is tucked up in bed, looking fresh and adorable.

She groans gently while she dreams, her brows furrowing while she turns her head away from me. The sound alone is enough to make my dick hard, which is wrong. I shouldn’t be turned on by her. She’s off limits, technically in charge of me at work, and I don’t have an attraction to people.

It was always something I thought was wrong with me. I was homeschooled, so I didn’t experience the same upbringing as the likes of Justin, who fucked everything with a pulse. I didn’t go to a prom, homecoming, or have a group of friends who helped each other get laid. It was a miracle I even lost my virginity at the age of twenty-three.

I shake my head and refuse to think about that one time I was drunk. The only time I was ever drunk, because me and alcohol don’t mix. I’d end up with someone fifteen years older than me again and used as a toy because her husband was sleeping around on her.

I’ve never been interested in sex, never felt attraction.

So why am I staring at this girl and feeling the need to protect her at the same time as needing to shove my cock so far down her throat, she stops breathing?

Fuck.

Repress .

There’s movement in the bathroom, and I look over to see Justin leaning against the doorway, rubbing her eyes. “You let me sleep on the fucking floor?”

“You passed out while trying to fuck the other doctor, and I was busy.”

“Busy staring at her like a weirdo?”

Yeah. I guess, in a way, he’s right.

I don’t reply, turning back to watch her again. Even without any makeup on, like at work, she’s beautiful, and my heart beats faster when she stretches and arches her back, knocking the duvet down past her chest.

Her nipples are hard.

Justin will see.

“Leave,” I tell him. “Go back to the car. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“You’re a bossy motherfucker, do you know that?” he retorts, shaking his head as he leans back into the bathroom, grabs his coat, and vanishes from the hotel room.

My conscience is telling me to wake her up, but the voice in my head has other ideas. Since I never usually let my inner self take the reins, I give in to temptation and move carefully across the bed, settling beside her and gently gliding the pad of my thumb across her mouth as slowly as possible.

She licks her lips and I pause, my eyes widening at the wet touch against my skin.

Did she just…lick me?

My dick hardens as I run my forefinger and thumb together, my breathingheavy as I look down at my doctor.

I chew my inner cheek and watch her, pondering if I should leave or not. She’ll freak out if she wakes up and sees me here. I’m sure I put enough sleep meds in her water to keep her unconscious a little while longer, same with her friend and Justin. It’s a miracle he’s awake right now.

As soon as we got Gabriella to the hotel, I got to work on my plan. I didn’t want to leave, and my doctor was adamant everyone had to get out of the room so she could sleep. So, I helped her along with my own meds, a strong prescription that usually knocks me out within ten minutes.

Who knew spiking bottles of water from the hotel’s vending machine would make my plan run so smoothly?

All I want to do is look at her right now. I can study her features, touch her mouth and eyelids and nose, and not worry about her screaming at me to get away or people telling me I’m overstepping.

When I know she’s still in a deep sleep and her friend is still passed out in the tub, I lean in, keeping my eyes on her face as I run the pads of my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse racing, matching the tempo of my heart.

The touch is innocent in a way, but fuck me, my cock is jumping in my pants, begging for me to stroke it. Her face stays the same, although I can see her pulse speeding up in her throat as I lower my head and kiss the tip of her nose.

Then, I drag my mouth down, feeling her breath against my lips.

Can I make out with her while she’s asleep?

Is that wrong?

Against the law?

I inwardly punch myself in the dick, because of course it is.

However, I don’t move. I keep my mouth an inch from hers and press my fingers to her pulse, slightly gripping the expanse of her throat.

Her breathing picks up, and she parts her lips in her sleep while I try not to blow my load from this alone. I’ve never done this before, and I’m sure it’s a rule breaker if I ever want this girl to marry me.

Good thing she’ll never find out, but by the way she’s whimpering in her sleep, her nipples tightening against the material of her shirt, it might be a kink. Might not be. I could possibly bring it up to her years down the line and ask if she likes somnophilia.

Maybe she’ll let me fuck her while she’s passed out.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it, knowing it’ll either be my mom or Justin. They can wait. I’m currently in fucking heaven while I touch my doctor without her knowing.

It’s definitely wrong, but it feels more right than anything else.

Her back arches a little, a soft moan falling from her lips when I let myself have this and capture her bottom lip between my teeth, my mouth watering, needing to taste everything.

I release her flesh and let it snap back into place, my eyes dropping to the way her hips rise.

“Keep going,” she whimpers. “K-keep going.”

Fuck .

My cock is sore from how hard it strains in my pants. Maybe I should wake her and ask if she wants to have sex? Would she care if I told her I’ve only had sex once? Will she laugh at my inexperience?

I’ve never given a fuck until this moment.

“Aria?”

The sound of her friend calling her name has me yanking myself away and rushing to the door, wanting to strangle Gabriella for ruining my fucking moment.

I hear her climbing out of the tub and take that as my sign to unfortunately abandon my plan. With one more glance at my doctor, a frownon her face even though she’s still asleep, I quietly leave.

My back presses to the door when I close it, my heart nearly bounding out my fucking ribcage.

Why the fuck did that feel so good?