Adan’s Mistake

I flipped through the magazine before glancing at my wristwatch to check the time only to realize that five minutes had passed since I last looked at it and fifteen minutes had passed since Wesley went inside the doctor’s office. I wanted to accompany him but he was adamant on doing this alone. One would think that after five months of dating, one would be comfortable visiting the doctor with his girlfriend but not Wesley. He was peculiar in the most unexpected ways. Wesley had been feeling strange for over two weeks now. He’d been complaining about a strange pain in his abdomen which refused to go away no matter what we tried. Eventually he got tired of it and now we were here at the hospital. I wish he would come out soon so I could know if he was truly okay. People moved passed me. Some were clad in scrubs while others were clearly not okay. It was a strange world we lived in where pain was a constant part of us. If it wasn’t physical, then it was emotional or psychological. The fact that we only focused on the physical was a tragedy that I wished didn’t exist. The door opened and I saw Wesley stepping out. I dropped the magazine on the glass table next to me and stood up to meet him. “Hey? How did it go?” I asked, after waiting for an elderly lady in a green skirt to walk past me and looking at his soft face. I loved how adorable Wesley was. With his golden hair and bright blue eyes, he was easy on the eyes. But it was the softness of his jawline and cheekbones which truly gave him a cherub-like appearance. And I liked his softness, unlike the hard and sharp edges that belonged to a certain someone. I shuddered as my Master’s face flashed in my mind and quickly pushed him to the back so I could focus on my boyfriend. “It’s not good, Evie,” he said, causing my heart to tighten with dread. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Come here and sit down.” I pulled him down to a chair and sat beside him. “Now tell me what did the doctor say?” “Hernias,” he said and I winced as I tried to recall everything I could about it. I normally Googled these things so whatever I’d read on the Internet was what my brain supplied me with. “Oh. So how do we cure it?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Surgery. There’s no other way,” Wesley said, pain glittering in his blue eyes. “I hate surgery.” “It’s okay. Sometimes it’s necessary to cut out the pain,” I said in a gentle tone as I rubbed his back in a soothing motion. “You’ll be fine.” “He wants to do it as soon as possible,” Wesley explained. “But I don’t think I’m ready.” “Will he be performing the surgery?” I asked. He shook his head. “No. He’s not a surgeon. Somebody else will be performing the surgery, but Evie—” he took a hold of my hand and gave it a soft squeeze “—You know I hate surgeries. I hate them with a passion.” “I know. It’ll be fine. I’m sure the surgeon knows what he’s doing,” I said, trying to calm him down. If the situation wasn’t so serious I would’ve found it amusing that such a hefty, grown man was afraid of surgeries. Wesley was nearly six feet and despite me being five feet eight I felt tiny because of all the muscle he had on. Wesley liked to work out and it showed. “I don’t trust doctors. You know how my Father and Grandfather passed away,” he said and I nodded. Wesley was pretty open about his distaste for surgeons due to his Father passing away because the doctor didn’t perform his surgery correctly. The same thing happened with his Grandfather, so I could understand his fears. “Not every doctor is like that. I’m sure you’ll be in good hands,” I told him. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands. “No. I don’t think so. Surgeons are so careless and then they don’t even own up to their mistakes. We should get a second opinion. I’m sure there is some other cure out there.” “You’ve been experiencing this pain for weeks, Wes, I think you should get surgery and put this ordeal behind you,” I suggested. There was no point getting a second opinion as far as I knew. It he had hernia, then it was best to get it treated before things got worse. “No. I want to get a second and a third opinion before I make a decision. I’m glad you’re here with me, Evie, but at the end of the day it’s my body and I need to be the one to make decisions about it. And I want to consult other doctors,” he stated in a tone which left no room for argument. “Alright. As you wish. I’ll help you search for other doctors, okay?” I said and when he nodded I gave him a smile. “Good. Now come on. Let’s get you home.” We stood up and I kept my hand on Wesley’s back as he walked towards the reception to settle the bill. However, an expected voice stopped me from going any further. “Angel?” My Master’s voice was a dark caress upon my soul which was conditioned to respond to him in every way. I stiffened in shock which caused Wesley to pause and to turn to me. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “No—nothing.” I shook my head. “I just realized I need to use the restroom. You just deal with the reception and I’ll be right back. Okay?” I barely saw him nod before I turned around and came to stand in front of the man who owned me. Adan Diamandis. The man was proof that God existed because of how absolutely perfect he looked. He easily towered over me with six feet and five inches of raw and cold masculinity. His green eyes never failed to pierce my soul to the point where I practically dreamt about them. And his thick, dark hair made me want to run my fingers through it. His cheekbones and jawline were sharp enough to cut glass and I wondered if he was just as smooth and sharp all over. “Ma—Master,” I said and lowered my gaze as not to appear disrespectful, which gave me a clear view of his sneakers which looked expensive and brand new. “What are you doing here? As far as I know you’re perfectly fine,” he said. As my Master, Adan had the right to keep tabs on me and my entire family. I had no right to be upset or feel violated in any way. Not that I did, but if some stupid part of thought to be affronted, well I had no choice but to crush that part of me before it reared its ugly head. “Yes, I am. I’m perfectly fine and so is my family.” “Look at me when you’re speaking to me. How many times do I have to tell you that?” My eyes flew to his without preamble and I swallowed hard at the intensity shimmering in the green irises. “So—sorry.” “Come with me,” he ordered and turned around and walked away before I could say a word. I looked at my boyfriend who was busy talking to the nurse before following my Master all the way into his office where he immediately removed his white coat and draped it on the coat hanger. I took in his maroon shirt which was perfectly molded to his torso and gray slacks which I knew were tailor made for him. “Sit down.” I pulled out one of the visitor’s chair and sat down, immediately noticing the computer on his desk. But what caught me by surprise was the picture frame next to it. I’d never visited my Master at his work place so I had no idea this was here. And I couldn’t believe he had it. A picture of me. The picture was taken six months ago during his cousin’s Mack’s wedding reception. His and Delphinia’s wedding was a disaster but they later made up for it by marrying again and throwing a grand reception afterwards. I’d chosen a sleeveless midnight green dress with a high neck that molded to my body like a second skin. It was one of my favorite dresses and I didn’t know why my Master had this picture here in his office. Adan took his seat across from me before shifting forward. He intertwined his fingers before resting his hands on the desk and locking those gorgeous eyes on me. “What’s going on? Why are you here?” “Actually I came with my boyfriend,” I started to say but my mouth dried up when his eyes hardened, a clear sign that he was angry. “Boyfriend?” He asked and c****d his head to the side. I nodded. “Yes. His name’s Wesley. He hasn’t been feeling well for a while now. The doctor diagnosed him with hernias…” “Since when did you get into a relationship?” He asked, cutting me off. “Uh, it’s been about five months,” I answered. “Anyways, the doctor mentioned…” “What made you think you could get into a relationship, any relationship, without my explicit permission?” He asked, completely ignoring what I was trying to tell him about Wesley’s condition. “I—” I tried to come up with a response but my brain was having a hard time making sense of his question. What was he talking about? I didn’t know there was a rule against me getting in a relationship. My eyes darted over his handsome face, trying to figure out whether he was serious or joking, but his face was void of emotion, leaving me scrambling for an explanation I didn’t have. His eyebrow arched, a sure sign that he was expecting an answer and was tired of waiting. My mouth opened and closed like a fish and it was a wonder that he wasn’t laughing at me. Finally I heard him sigh before he leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about him. What did the doctor say?” Oh, thank the Lord. “The doctor is suggesting surgery… to cure his hernia,” I answered. “That’s not so bad. Why do you not look relieved?” He questioned. “Because he doesn’t want to do it. Wesley doesn’t trust the surgeons so… he wants to get a second opinion,” I said. “There’s no point. If the doctor is suggesting surgery then that’s what needs to happen,” he said and I nodded. Adan no longer appeared angry, which made my heart sigh in relief. “Yes, but he doesn’t want to go that route. He’s had bad experiences in the past with surgeries so not comfortable. I tried to tell him that not every surgeon is bad but at the end of the day it’s his call. All I can do is support him,” I said. Silence reigned thick and heavy to the point of suffocation. My eyes kept flicking to the picture of me and I really wanted to ask why he had it. I had a big group of cousins so I didn’t understand why he had my picture and not theirs. “Alright. I’ll take his case,” he stated after a while, catching me off guard once again. “What do you mean?” “Exactly what I said. I’ll take Wesley’s case and if surgery is required then I’ll be the one performing it,” he said. I wasn’t a doctor and I didn’t know that many doctors either. But I did know that Adan was one of—if not—the best surgeons in the entire world. His reputation was lauded all over the world. People waited months to get an appointment with him and if he was willing to help Wesley, then I knew without a doubt that he would cure him, not just of his disease but of his fear of surgeons as well. My Master truly was the best in every way and the fact that he wanted to help my boyfriend brought forth proof of his impeccable personality. “Really? You—you’ll do that? Aren’t you like extremely busy with a tight schedule?” I asked. “I got a free slot, so I can fit him in. Just have him pay me a visit and I’ll see what to do,” he said and I couldn’t stop the smile from dominating my face. “Thank you so much, Master! I’m so grateful for this. I know you’re the best and you’ll cure him in no time.” “Slow down, Angel. I wasn’t finished,” he said and his eyes lit up in a way which scared me. “I’ll take his case, but on one condition.” I gulped and nodded. “Of course. Name it. What do you need?” His words left me reeling. Not because he spoke in a foreign language, but because what he wanted was something I never thought he’d ask for. “I’ll only help him if you break up with him.”