My Boyfriend is My Doctor

CHAPTER 34 Boundaries And Desires

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condo, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Marnie stretched lazily, her eyes blinking open as she realized Michael was already gone. The scent of his cologne lingered faintly in the air, and she couldn’t help but smile.

It was just another day in their married life, but for Marnie, every day with Michael felt like a mix of comfort, thrill, and… excitement she hadn’t anticipated.

She quickly dressed in her professional attire for work—a fitted cream blouse and pencil skirt—and made her way to the office. Today, a major client meeting awaited her, but there was another challenge simmering: Vanessa.

The First Confrontation

Marnie stepped into the office and immediately sensed tension in the air. Vanessa stood near her desk, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. The subtle curve of her brow indicated annoyance—or worse, rivalry.

“Ms. Co,” Vanessa said coolly. “We need to discuss your presentation for the upcoming medical seminar. I noticed some discrepancies in your data. We can’t afford mistakes in front of the board.”

Marnie’s pulse quickened. Vanessa had always been sharp, but now there was a clear undertone of judgment. She knew Michael had always protected her, but in the office, she had to stand on her own.

“I’ve double-checked all my data,” Marnie replied calmly, trying to keep her nerves in check. “If you have suggestions, I’m open to reviewing them, but everything should be accurate.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I just want to ensure perfection. You understand how critical this is.”

“Yes,” Marnie said firmly, meeting her gaze. “And I appreciate your concern. But I am confident in my work.”

A tense silence followed, and Marnie could feel Vanessa’s scrutiny like a tangible weight. Yet, for the first time, she didn’t feel small. She was Michael’s wife, and she had been empowered by his unwavering support.

Michael Steps In

Later that afternoon, as Marnie prepared for a meeting, Michael appeared at her office doorway. His presence alone made her heart race. He had a certain aura—commanding, protective, impossible to ignore.

“She’s been difficult today?” he asked softly, a hint of warning in his tone as he glanced toward Vanessa, who was just outside the office.

Marnie nodded. “She keeps questioning my work… subtly, but enough to unsettle me.”

Michael’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re not alone,” he said, moving closer until he stood behind her, one hand resting gently on her shoulder. “If anyone tries to challenge you unfairly, they’ll have to deal with me. But… I want you to handle it your way first.”

Marnie’s pulse quickened—not just from his protection, but from the heat that radiated off him. She could feel the low hum of possessiveness in his touch, a thrilling reminder that she belonged to him, completely.

Office Tension Peaks

That afternoon, during a high-profile meeting with key clients, Vanessa attempted to undermine Marnie subtly, questioning figures and methodology in front of the group. Marnie felt her cheeks flush but held her ground, answering each point with precision, confidence, and professionalism.

Michael watched from the side, his gaze sharp, almost predatory. Every word, every glance Vanessa threw at Marnie, he noticed. But he didn’t intervene—not yet. He wanted Marnie to shine on her own, while also silently reminding anyone watching that she was his.

By the end of the meeting, the clients were impressed with Marnie’s command and clarity. Vanessa’s attempts to discredit her had failed. Marnie’s confidence surged, and she noticed Michael’s proud, almost smoldering gaze from across the room.

Evening Intimacy

Back at the condo, Marnie felt both exhausted and exhilarated. Michael had insisted they celebrate her triumph, a private ritual of sorts.

“You handled them beautifully,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. “But now… it’s time to let me remind you how proud I am… in a way only we can enjoy.”

Marnie felt a shiver run through her. Michael’s tone, low and intimate, sent a delicious thrill down her spine.

He pulled her close, hands tracing her curves as he whispered, “Do you know how irresistible it is to watch my wife command the room? To see you confident, radiant… mine?”

Marnie gasped softly, her heart racing. “Michael… you always… you make me… I can’t…”

He chuckled, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss that made her knees weaken. His hands roamed possessively, his touch both tender and commanding, leaving no doubt that she belonged to him entirely.

“Tonight,” he whispered against her lips, “I’ll make sure you feel as powerful in our bedroom as you did today in that boardroom.”

And just like that, Marnie realized that being married to Michael Co wasn’t just about love—it was an intoxicating blend of professional triumphs, private passion, and a thrilling, all-consuming connection that left her breathless and wanting more.