Craving My Best Friend's Dad

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Vincent’s POV

On my way back home with Aniston, I hadn't concentrated on every one of her words about her friend, not until she tapped me, making me shudder.

“You didn't hear me? I knew it. You always think about work more than I.” she snapped and let out a loud hiss.

I viewed her face through the rearview and chuckled. Not because of how she grimaced, but the fact that she mistook it.

How would she feel if I told her I was thinking about her friend?

I'd known Lola as her best friend for over a year now, and each time, a disgusting feeling I had forbidden in me kept growing faster than I could imagine.

When days elapsed without Lola showing up in my hospital or at home with Ani, I became haunted as if I had gone crazy. How the heck was I supposed to explain my feelings for some pretty damsel in her eighteenth year of age, graduating from high school this year?

I'd tried to quench this burning feeling in me, but the sight of her always awakened every bit of my hormones. Inwardly, I prayed not to touch her cheek someday, so I kept my distance and always pretended not to feel anything for her.

She's made advances so many times indirectly that no one would find out her motives, but I knew what she wanted, and I swore with my life to not let her get it from me.

Aniston would be shattered if such a thing occurred. I didn't want to lose my dear child like I lost her mother.

But how long could I keep on? I just gave her my card and invited her over. Was I truly in control of my emotions and I kept staring at her lustfully? I swear, I could wet my pants if we stayed that way for so long.

I felt a tap on my shoulder again, and it was Ani scowling at me, “Are you going to offer her treatments? She's so bruised, and I have a bad feeling about her family, especially since I hadn't seen her mother for once…”

My heart flipped as I diverted the car off the road and instantly hit the brakes. I pulled out the seatbelt and turned to meet Ani’s contorted face, “What did you just say? You hadn't seen your friend's mother?”

She nodded, pouting, “Is that why you were so reckless now? Jesus, I had lost my breath.”

I exhaled heavily. The image of that little kitten flashed through my mind again.

I didn't pay much attention to those bruises because she insisted she had told her friend the truth. But if her mother doesn't leave that house, then what exactly does it mean?

Lest I forget! Those men who came out looked brutal too.

Was she hiding something from us?

I turned back to Ani, “Do you think she sneaked out of the house?” That was the next thing I thought.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe, since those men didn't want us to see her.”

My brows creased. I felt a pang of pain in my chest for not forcing her to say the truth.

If she was truly passing through violence, why then would she hide it from us, knowing we could save her?

“Do you suspect anything?” Ani drew my attention.

I casually shook my head, “I won't conclude yet. Maybe, it's truly mere bruises, and they don't want her out until she's okay. If that's serious, she should have come to the hospital for treatment..”

With that, Ani nodded firmly. I loved the look on her face because I was scared she was getting so interested in the issue.

Deep down, I sensed violence and abuse on that child, and I prayed that she responded to our appointment so I could sort things out for her.

“Dad, I'd be at your office tomorrow. I feel so odd.” Ani whined and arched her brows.

I nodded, “Fine…” but I was scared she would meet Lola in my office.

If only she could show up tonight like she said, I'd have a lot to do with her. But, I doubted she would make it.

In minutes, we arrived back home and I got set to leave for my night shift. I stood before the mirror, dressing up in such a way I hadn't, because I wasn't sure if she would come tonight or the next day…but with the look in her eyes when I declared an appointment, I knew she would surely come.

I had also planned to bring up something for Aniston to catch up with tomorrow and not show up at my office. The last thing I would want is to see that disappointing look on her face.

A few hours later, I drove myself to the hospital, and each of my footsteps reminded me of one thing—of the little kitten we were expecting to see anytime.

I hoped she wouldn't come as a mere patient, because I was going to unleash my lust for her.

After I settled for work without an appointment to attend to, I decided to scroll through my tablet and see what was happening in the group chat. A message popped in at that moment, and it was from one of our doctors who had houses for rent within the neighborhood.

I narrowed my gaze to read the test so well, and when I felt I was still getting it, I put on my glasses.

“What?” I zoomed the text more. “Why’s he selling the apartment?”

Just then, the doorbell rang. I checked the time and it was about 9 pm.

“Come in!”

My palms became sweaty suddenly. It was the first knock since I came to work and I prayed to see just one person and not a nurse.

I felt the fast rate of my heartbeat as I breathed through my mouth. The serene sound of the door opening followed, and then someone peeked in.

“Doctor?!”

Blood rushed through my veins. I jolted from my seat, my lips parted in such a way that I lost control over them.

She walked in gently, her gaze found mine while the door shut with a thud behind her. “Mr. Vincent…” She ran her tongue across her upper lip and my erection couldn't help but move in my pants.

I gestured towards the chair opposite me, “Take a seat…” Then I sat down, biting my inner lip. “Ehm, honestly, I wasn't expecting you—”

“Yeah!” she nodded, her lips lit up a bit. “Uhmm, it's about my…” She was already pointing at her red cheek.

I chuckled, “You want to get treated?”

A nod. Her ears turned red.

Unable to contain the swelling of my chest, I stood up and approached her chair.

Does this female know that patients only book an appointment in the day time and only show up by this time if it is urgent? I had that feeling she wasn't a patient at this point…because she actually took a risk.

What if I showed her the bad side of me here? I could become a v****a doctor just for her…

I snapped out of my silly daze and sighed heavily.

She looked up at me, and I could sense her fast heartbeat as she dug her nails into her palm.

I leaned closer to her and caressed my thumb on her cheek. She flinched at first, but then exhaled and her breathing settled.

“I'd get the first aid box. It's just something minor.” I reached her jaw and tilted it up a bit. Our eyes locked and I felt my body hair stand.

Who dared to tamper with such beauty?

Her lips gaped, making my mouth watery. I had to hold myself from brushing my lips against hers and suckling her until she was out of breath.

As if something came over me, I quickly let go of her. She was my patient and my daughter's friend, so I shouldn't be doing this for any reason. Whatever silly feeling I have for her is supposed to die down.

“Excuse me,” I gave a slight pat on her shoulder and turned to reach the inner ‘out of bound’ room where I kept my medical equipment, patient files and many other things.

There, I got a file and came out with it, placed it on the table and returned to get the first aid kit, hoping that she would go through the file and know what to do next as a patient under my appointment.

But when I came out with the kit, she was standing, her right arm leaning on the table with her eyelashes fluttering. “Doctor,”

My breath caught in my throat.

She didn't have that aura of a patient… Her stares alone, narrowed and sexy, made my shaft throb.

“What about you check if I have an internal injury? Should I strip and lie on that bed?” she pointed behind me.

I swirled my neck slowly to the back, my eyes landed on the patient's bed at the extreme.

Did she just say ‘strip’? I was battling with my stupid feelings and she was awakening them more.

What does she think will happen to her when she strips before me without my order?

I almost slapped my cheek, striding towards her and placed the kit on the table. “But I never told you to…”

“I know, but treatment called for it.” She closed the distance between us. “Does it matter when I'm your patient and you're my doctor?”

Jesus! She didn't care that her body pressed against mine.

Her hard n****e poked my chest while she maintained eye contact with me.

I knew she wasn't here as a patient, but the fact she wasn't recalling her relationship with my daughter…

She began losing the ropes of her blouse, biting the side of her lips seductively.

I gasped and ran my finger through my hair, “Lola, do you even know what you're asking for?” My voice was so deep and low one would barely hear her outside of her.

She pulled out her blouse and dropped it on the chair, “I'm asking Doctor Vincent to check up on me…”

Deep down, I felt amused, but a part of me thought it was inappropriate.

Staring at her boobs balanced in her brassiere, my mouth watered. She had such succulent oranges that made me take deep gulps repeatedly.

She gazed at me, waiting to hear my response. Whereas I ran my fingers through my hair, my eyes devoured her curves.