My Special Doctor Lorenzo

chapter1

As I said in the introduction, I am a professional teacher, but aside from work, I am just like any ordinary single woman. I’m in my late 20s and my parents are ushering me to get married. To be honest, it’s quite frustrating, so I go to a club my friend once took me. I put on my usual jeans and a nice black shirt, took a spin in the mirror and am good to go.

In the club drinking my frustration away, in my drunken state, I decided that if it would make my parents happy, I would get married. Being drunk, I want to go home. Almost at the exit, I bumped into someone, he was holding a drink and seemed well off and of all the people it was him I bumped into. Being a spoiled brat he was, he started to yell at me…. Well, let’s just say I didn’t give a damn because, well, I was drunk, and what do you expect of me?

Then the most dashing man I had seen came to my rescue. He looked like a prince charming in a fairy tale.

He apologized on my behalf, paid for the spoiled brat drink and ruined clothes. I was still in a daze of what just happened and of his beauty, when he pulled me out and asked if I was done staring at him. Still in my drunk state, I turned my head against him. He asked me how I was gonna repay him. But I was still drunk and uttered the dumbest thing I’ve said in my life. I asked him to marry me. I probably must have thought, “My parents want me to get married. This guy looks well off, and he is handsome. Why don’t I just marry him, he’ll be a jackpot” when I uttered those words.

Anyway, he was in a daze over my dumb request, and the worst part is that he agreed to it, wore me a ring with his initials on it (like if I would notice it in my state) and dropped me home. Like any drunk person, I went straight to bed.

On a shining bright Monday morning, I woke up, prepared and went to work. I am a simple homeroom teacher, whom my students love. During my taking of attendance, a student suddenly asked about the ring on my finger, which I didn’t even notice. But on seeing it, I suddenly remembered the previous night and how I proposed to a man I had just met, whose name I did not even know. Being a professional, I shrugged the student off, saying, "It’s for fancy."

I finished taking the attendance and started class and thought everything was going well, but ohh! How wrong I was because, at recess, I saw all my students looking out the window and gushing over someone. I decided to take a look to see who was making my students excited. Just to see the same man whose name I don’t know and still accepted a proposal from a drunk lady, entering my school with a bouquet of flowers and people behind him with a big poster of my full name, Anzhelina Limonov, saying “Will you marry me?” My students looked at me with shocked expressions and dragged me to him because I was unwilling to go see him. After my students had put me in a spot and ran away, I asked him what he was thinking and how he knew my full name, that I was a teacher and which school I teach in.

He then goes ahead to tell me that he has his ways, which makes me scared and frustrated. Well, I asked him why he wanted to marry me and why he took my proposal seriously. He tells me that I seemed genuine, and he was also looking for a partner, so I then tell him that I don’t even know his name, and he apologizes for his late introduction and says that his name is Lorenzo Konstantin, but he would prefer I call him Loren. But I still tell him that the two of us are strangers, and we only met at a club where we didn’t actually know each other. Loren thinks that that will be okay, and I start by asking his age, because I’m 26 and I don’t plan on getting to marry someone younger than me and still act like a kid but an older, mature, good-looking guy. Loren tells me that he is 29, which made me glad. Since this is school grounds, he schedules a date later that day and leaves with a smile which makes my students cheer.

As I make my way to the stairs, I encounter the gym teacher, Mr. Andrews, with an upset face. He tells me that this is a school, and we don't do such things in this establishment, then he brushes past me. Well, he is an upright man and takes notes of mistakes, and he is somewhat strict, but today he seems different, his eyes looked hurt more than his usual demeanor. Maybe something had happened. As I made my way to class, I heard loud murmuring about me and Loren, so I quickly walked in and got the class settled. They suddenly got fired up and asked me who the mysterious man was, as a professional teacher that I am. I told them his was just a friend and, of course, they didn't believe me, because I'm their teacher and they know me well. So they kept pushing forward to get the truth out of me and they succeeded. I told them that Loren was my boyfriend(a man I had just met the previous night). They were awe-struck, but after a few minutes of silent recovery, they all cheered with joy and excitement. I had them maintain decorum for class to resume. At the end of school, I was packing up my things, when I was called by Daffodil, a student of mine. She tells me: "Miss. Limonov, your prince charming has arrived to pick you up". I quickly shut her up, got my things and made my way to him.

As good as ever, he was all dolled up and handsome. He pulls me by the waist, closer to him and our faces inches apart. He then asks how my day went. Being the stubborn woman that I am, I push him away (I won't give in to his temptation). He smirks and says that he likes feisty girls. Annoyed, I scanned him in annoyance, then he asks: "If I like his physique", then places my hand on his chest and I blush red. Like that wasn't enough, passerby's squeal, which made me drag him into the car out of embarrassment. We then found ourselves in an uncomfortable situation. I was on top of him, our legs intertwined together. I suddenly felt a rising sensation between my legs, he was now also flushed red. I innocently tried to get off him, which made him groan loudly. He told me to stop moving, and I asked what the sensation was. He used his hand to cover his face, out of embarrassment, without giving me an answer, so I frantically asked him again what it was, and my body moved, which made him groan louder. In an embarrassed sweat, he tells me:" You really know how to make me excited." Before I knew what I was doing, I looked down, and I saw his lightsaber bulging in his pants. In the heat of the moment, I sprang up and sat myself properly on the car chair.