My Boyfriend is My Doctor

CHAPTER 32 Tides Of Jealousy And Passion

The sun was just beginning to climb over Manila’s skyline, casting a warm, golden glow across the bustling streets below. Marnie adjusted her blouse nervously as she stepped out of the elevator and into the pharmaceutical company’s sleek office. Today was her first big solo project since becoming Michael’s wife—a client presentation that could cement her position as a rising star.

Even though she had Michael’s unwavering support, a small flutter of nerves twisted in her stomach. She had prepared meticulously, but the pressure was real. And to complicate matters, she knew the office grapevine whispered about her whirlwind marriage. Her relationship with Michael Co—brilliant, wealthy, and intimidating—was already fodder for speculation.

Marnie’s assistant for the day, a poised woman named Vanessa, handed her a stack of documents with a polite smile. “Good luck, Ms. Co,” she said. “I hear this client is tough. You’re in good hands.”

Marnie gave a small nod, though inside, she felt a mixture of gratitude and anxiety. Vanessa was friendly enough, but there was something in her tone—slightly clipped, slightly sharp—that made Marnie instinctively aware of the office hierarchy and the subtle competition among colleagues.

The First Encounter

As Marnie approached the conference room, she found the client waiting—a senior doctor known for being exacting and critical. The usual nerves came rushing back, but then she felt a calming, almost magnetic presence behind her.

Michael.

He had insisted on accompanying her, a protective shadow she both relied on and slightly chafed under. But today, seeing him in his crisp white coat, leaning against the doorframe with a calm, observant gaze, gave her strength.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered softly, pressing a reassuring hand to the small of her back before stepping aside to let her lead.

Marnie inhaled deeply and stepped forward, greeting the client with a firm handshake and confident smile. She launched into her presentation, her voice steady, her knowledge precise.

But as she spoke, she noticed Vanessa standing just outside the room, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. There was a subtle tension in the air, a quiet calculation in Vanessa’s eyes that unsettled Marnie.

A Jealous Shadow

After the presentation concluded successfully, Marnie returned to her office, feeling a wave of relief. Michael followed, casually brushing an invisible dust from his sleeve, his eyes gleaming with pride.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, pulling her into a brief, intimate hug. “I don’t think they even knew what hit them.”

Marnie’s cheeks warmed at the praise. “Thanks… I just… tried to remember everything you said.”

Before she could dwell on her feelings, Vanessa entered, her posture stiff and her tone formal. “Ms. Co,” she said. “Can we have a word?”

Marnie blinked, slightly startled. “Sure… what is it?”

Vanessa’s eyes flicked toward Michael briefly, a flicker of irritation—or was it jealousy?—passing across her expression. “I just wanted to discuss some upcoming projects and how responsibilities will be divided. We need to make sure expectations are clear.”

Marnie nodded, masking her unease. Vanessa’s professionalism was intimidating, but there was a subtle sharpness in her words, a sense that Marnie’s position in the company was under quiet scrutiny.

Michael’s Protective Instinct

Later that evening, back at the condo, Marnie recounted the encounter to Michael as they sat on the balcony, the city lights stretching out below them.

“She… she seems… off,” Marnie admitted quietly. “Like she doesn’t want me here, like… I’m intruding.”

Michael’s jaw tightened slightly. He pulled her close, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Let me handle her,” he said softly, his voice low but firm. “You focus on doing your job and showing them who you really are. I’ll make sure no one undermines you.”

Marnie felt both reassured and a thrill of heat at his possessive tone. “Michael…” she whispered, a mixture of gratitude and playful exasperation in her voice.

“I mean it,” he said, cupping her face. “You’re my wife. And anyone who doesn’t respect that… won’t have the chance.”

The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. Being married to Michael Co wasn’t just about love—it was about desire, protection, and the thrilling sense of being claimed by a man who was equal parts tender and commanding.

An Evening of Intimacy

Later that night, Michael pulled Marnie into the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You handled yourself well today,” he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “You deserve a reward.”

Marnie raised an eyebrow, a nervous thrill running through her. “A reward?”

“Yes,” he said softly, leaning closer. “For my little wife who impresses everyone at work… and still comes home to me.”

Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a deep, slow kiss, his hands resting lightly on her waist. The world outside—the city, the office, the competition—faded away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of intimacy and desire.

Marnie’s heart raced, a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and excitement. Being married to Michael wasn’t just legal—it was an exploration of passion, trust, and playful tension that made her feel alive in ways she had never imagined.

He pulled back slightly, whispering against her lips. “You’re mine. Completely. And I intend to remind you of that… often.”

Her breath hitched, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I… I don’t mind,” she admitted softly. “I… I like it.”

Michael’s grin widened, and he pressed another kiss to her temple, trailing down her jaw. “Good,” he murmured. “Because being Mrs. Co comes with… privileges and responsibilities.”

Marnie’s pulse quickened, a thrill of excitement and curiosity flooding her senses. She was discovering that being married to Michael Co wasn’t just love—it was playful, consuming, and utterly intoxicating.

Navigating Work and Desire

The next few days became a balancing act. Marnie excelled at her work, her confidence growing with each successful client interaction. Vanessa continued to monitor her, sometimes with subtle digs or pointed remarks, but Marnie found herself increasingly unshakable. She knew Michael had her back, and that knowledge made her bold in ways she had never been before.

Evenings were filled with quiet, playful intimacy—sometimes lingering kisses on the balcony, sometimes whispered teasing over dinner, and occasionally Michael’s hands finding hers in public, a subtle reminder to the world that she was his.

One night, as they shared a quiet bath together, Michael’s lips trailed along her shoulder, his hands gentle yet firm. “You know,” he murmured against her skin, “I’m going to enjoy showing you just how much being married to me changes everything.”

Marnie shivered at the words, a delicious mix of anticipation, nervousness, and desire flooding her. “I… I think I’m ready,” she admitted softly.

“Good,” he whispered, capturing her lips in another deep, lingering kiss. “Because this… this is just the beginning.”

As she melted into his arms, Marnie realized that marriage with Michael Co wasn’t ordinary. It was fire and tenderness, challenge and protection, love and desire—all rolled into one exhilarating, intoxicating life she was only just beginning to explore.

And she couldn’t wait to see where it would take them next.