The Doctor's Wife (A Sequel)

XANDER'S POV "Baby..." I groggily murmur as I try to grope for my fiancé’s soft body beside me, but I have only found what seems to be a fluffy little ball and not my Emily. I have no idea what the current time is, but judging from the way the soft warmth of the sunlight coming through the windows touches my skin, I know it's time to wake up. I haven't opened my eyes yet, not until the smell of coffee and bacon hits my nose and makes my stomach churn, which prompts me to shoot up from the bed. I turn to the purring sound and realize that it's actually my literal kitten that I had felt a few seconds ago. Meowly is currently licking her ass clean as she sits in Emily's space on the bed like a boss. She gives me a little kitty sneer when I squeeze her little head before moving out of bed. I look through the glass windows around me and squint at the beautiful sight of the lake outside. Just the thought of my girl in the kitchen preparing my breakfast sends my blood circulation in turmoil... ...every damn morning. I feel so alive and energized all of a sudden. I walked towards my closet and put my white shirt on and after quickly brushing my teeth, I walked out of my room to look for her. My face lights up upon seeing her ethereal form contained in my plain white shirt, huge enough for her body but perfect enough to give a delectable sight of those thighs and endless legs…those legs that make me crumble before my very own knees. She’s in the kitchen, frying something—I assume bacon and eggs—and that sight of hers always warms my chest in the morning. I've had a lot of women try to cook breakfast for me, but I had always shunned them. I didn't want any of them. I didn't want to commit to another girl, again...until Emily came. My brow rises when she slightly bends over to get her carton of milk from the steel fridge beside her. Good heavens, that f*****g ass... The outline of the bottom creases of her ass cheeks makes some indecent thoughts race their way inside my brain. I lean back on the wall as I ogle her backside while she's pouring milk into her glass. Her dark locks were scooped up into a loose bun, allowing some escaped tendrils to curl over the smooth of her nape. Oh, how I want to bury my face in it the whole day. Women... No, no. Scratch that. My Emily... I step forward and stop in my tracks when she starts moving her ass in a weird humping manner. I tilt my head on one side as my lips curve up in a wondering smile. "See that, Meowly? You should twerk your booty like this. Get it?" I can hear her murmuring those words, making me raise an eyebrow. My eyes automatically drop to the floor to see my cat looking up at her. The sweet feline has no idea what the hell her master's girlfriend is doing. My smile evolves into an amused grin. "Twerk it like Meowly, baby." The upper part of her body is working on my eggs...on the frying pan, while the lower part is somewhat dancing, fully unaware that a pair of delighted eyes are currently set on her. Can she be more adorable? We haven't had s*x for the past week because she had her period, and most probably until now, and the lady has the guts to wear a shirt like that when she's currently a f*****g cockblock. Emily Maxwell has that sophisticatedly innocent face and body that will make you melt like hot chocolate on a sunny morning. There's more to her than that, and it has been a pleasure knowing my future wife more and more each day. Proposing to her last year was one of the best decisions that I have ever made and I was tearfully happy that she said yes. A part of me expected that she would say no because she’s still young and no doubt utterly new to these...things. She hasn't even finished college yet, but the thought of her graduating soon made me decide to make her mine forever, as early as possible. I find her naivety and innocence annoying at first, but I find it adorable in the long run. During the past blissful year with Emily, I have finally found contentment in my life and the thought of losing her scares the s**t out of me. Since then, I promised myself to take care of her and every inch of her every damn day, make sure she’s safe, even if it means risking my life… Meowly walks away, totally ignoring what Emily is blabbering about. She finally stops her little dance and continues making my breakfast. I didn't speak a word. Instead, I walk up to her as discreetly as I can. The moment I touch her waist, an endearing, soft gasp comes out of her lips. She lifts her head from the mug of coffee she’s preparing and turns to flash me a radiant smile. "Good morning, handsome," she utters in her just-woke-up voice that I always find sexy. I lean in closer and press my nose against the side of her neck which feels so soft and smells so intoxicating. Her breathing hastens as my hands sensually move to grope her body, feeling her warmth all over. "Are you hungry?" she manages to ask as she stirs my hot coffee, carefully mixing the sugar in it. I always like my coffee with some extra sugar in it and a bit of milk. For the past year, she has fully mastered the perfect blending for my taste buds. “Uh-hmm…” In a swift movement, I turned her around to face me. I tuck a wisp of her dirty blonde fringe from her forehead and look into her face. "Have I told you that you look as dazzling as the morning sun over that bluish hue of the lake?" She lifts the mug and offers it to me as she lets out a soft giggle. "Since when did you become poetic, Dr. Alexander Greene?" "FYI, I was a geek during my high school days." She blinks. "Oh really?" "I can show you my pictures in my old albums sometimes. It's in our old house," I told her. "Please do. I would love to see you in your glasses and braces. We can also visit your dad at the same time." The smile on my face fades. Dad and I are not totally okay yet, but at least, we're civil to each other. I feel like I need more time to totally warm up to him again. "You're growing your beard again," She changes the topic while the back of her fingers plays the stubbles in my jaw. She probably noticed the slight change in my mood. "Don’t you like it?" I asked. I take another sip of my coffee and bore my gaze into her beautiful blue irises that are peeking into mine. "I do. You look like a fetus if you don't have it," she scrunches her nose as she says that and swiftly turns her back to me to get some plates. My eyes drop to her perfect ass once again. The way her ass cheeks move against the thin fabric of my shirt is instigating something inside my pants. My aroused reflexes immediately hugged her from behind, with my hand snaking just above the back of her thighs... "X-Xander, it's too early for that, isn't it?" she stutters her protest as my hand moves up between her cheeks underneath. She unconsciously parts her thighs a bit to accommodate me. My eyes widen as I touch her nakedness underneath. "You sly little fox..." How can she not tell me that her period is over and she's not wearing her panties right now? It has always been cuddle nights for us for the past week, and I missed making love to her so badly. "Any problem?" She gave me her signature innocent look, seemingly unbothered by my naughty fingers that are now buried between her legs. "Nothing much," I whispered into her ear. She tenses up when my middle finger reaches for her clit and presses on it. The sound of her little breathy moan didn't escape my ears. "Come here," I picked her up and set her on the countertop. "W-we can do this later. Breakfast is waiting and I’m starving.” She tried to push me away, but the playful smile on her lips didn’t escape my sight. "I’m starving as well..." With hasty movements, I immediately part her legs and set them on the edge of the counter. I then slide my hands from her ankles up to her thighs, my palms savoring the softness of her skin. She throws her arms around my nape and giggles as I kiss her neck. "You always make me lose my mind, you naughty girl." "What did I do this time?" she purrs rather innocently. Goodness. I’m confused if she's playing innocent or not, and that bewilderment never fails to arouse me. I press my mouth into hers and we start kissing passionately. Her hands are busy on my hair while mine start to fondle her breasts through her shirt, my thumb playing with her n*****s. Wanting to tease myself for a bit, I held onto the hem of her shirt and pulled it up just below her breasts. I drag my lips on her tummy, creating wet, sensual circles around her sexy navel. The sound of her breathy giggles is just making the crotch part of my pajama tent even more. Suddenly, my phone starts to ring. "Great," she groans out. I’m about to pull her shirt up to her neck, but the ringing continues. "Won't you get that?" she asks, catching her breath. "Leave it." I pull myself up and reach for her lips once more but she avoids it this time. "Baby, the call..." she reminds me, as the phone won't stop ringing. "Dammit," I mutter under my breath. "We have the whole day today, Xander. Check who's calling. Maybe it’s something important." With closed eyes, I momentarily battled with myself, but Emily's words succeeded. I pull away from her with a deep sigh and proceed to check my phone. It’s Nichola, the new nurse who replaced Nina. She's an African-American woman in her late thirties who’s the total opposite of Nina. She’s sweet, jolly, and the most important thing—she’s not attracted to me. "Yes, Nichola? Anything?" I tried my best to hide my displeasure as I finally answered the phone. "I’m sorry to bother you, Dr. Greene, but there's a walk-in patient here who wants to see you.” "Emergency?" I asked. I usually don’t accept walk-in patients because I follow my own schedule. "Nothing serious, I guess," she replied. "Can you at least tell her that I'm doing my consultations in the afternoon?" "We have informed her already, but she wants to see you now." Nichola's voice was urgent, inducing my forehead to crease into a mix of worry and annoyance. "What's her name? Do I know her?" "Just wait a sec." Nichola paused for a few seconds. I can picture her looking at the chart of the patient. "Oh right, here it is. Uhm..." she trails off. Damn it. Why can't she just say it already? "Her name is Natalie. Natalie Summers." My grip on my phone loosens up a bit as I blink at the memories that accompany that name. I haven't heard of that woman ever since we had that lunch, where I had a great time, by the way, and now, she's back. I wonder what her problem is. *****To be continued***** A/N: Thanks for reading! Vomments ( Votes + Comments ) are greatly appreciated! ♥️