Doctor’s Revenge

Chapter Five

Alex pov

You might wonder why?. It is because I wasn't her boyfriend. If I were in love with her then taking her virginity would have made me the happiest person on earth but... if I took her virginity, then I would owe it to her to be loyal to her, and I was not ready for that kind of commitment, I’m not in for love.

Besides, if I were to engage in such an act with a virgin, the professional consequences would be severe. I could easily lose my medical license.

I am a successful Gynecologist and the best in my field. I care a lot about my reputation as a doctor.

I am known for satisfying my clients, but because of my work, I am never held accountable for my actions. Women travel thousands of miles for me to do their monthly check-ups, not only because they desire me; not all of them are slutty like Helen. Others come because I am truly the most talented gynecologist there is.

Some newspapers and magazines have

written about my successful and remarkable research. I have a master's degree as a Gynecologist and the v****a was the topic of my final papers. I am like a famous actor, and often actresses come to me for their check-ups.

My patients are incredibly rich because you have to pay $500 for one of my sessions. I am one of the highest-paid doctors in the world and I make considerably more than any other Gynecologist.

My jaw nearly dropped, and I felt a jolt of disbelief when I heard she'd never "done it" before. My eyes widened in surprise.

"Is there truly a girl in this world," I scoffed, a sarcastic tone coloring my voice, "who has never known the pleasures of m**********n?" I wondered, my mind racing to comprehend this.

Just hearing the words come out of my mouth, I was in shock. What the hell? Daily for a month?! I had never allowed myself to be with a girl for more than one session, let alone book daily sessions.

A gentle knock on the door pulled me from my deep thoughts. I instantly recognized the familiar sound. It was my assistant nurse.

"Come in," I said, my voice calm and steady.

"Doctor, here's the total of both new and old clients' charts we had today," she said, extending her hand and offering me the charts.

"Alright, Nurse. Can you call them one by one? Let me know if they correspond with what I have in my system," I said, raising my palm in a clear gesture, indicating for her to hold the charts for now.

"Doc, please, according to the chart, we have about 25 clients — 24 old clients and 1 new client, Nora," she said, her voice tinged with worry, and her face clearly showing her discomfort.

At the mention of Nora's name, my heart melted. A warmth spread through my chest, and my memories raced back to her. I couldn't help but smile inwardly, not realizing it showed on my face. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched my lips

"Doc, please, it's already late. My family is waiting for me, and I can't stay to call out names one by one," she said, her tone pleading, as she dropped the charts onto the table. The files landed with a soft thud.

"That's so true, Nurse. Please forgive my manners," I said, a genuine apology in my voice. "It's okay, you can go home. I will finish the rest and then head home."

After she left, I turned my attention back to my desktop, my fingers moving to check the patient records. I navigated through the files and got to Nora's.

I saw her surname, which sounded familiar, but I struggled to pinpoint where I'd heard it. The name lingered on the tip of my memory, just out of reach.

I ignored it, and all my attention became consumed by Nora's full beauty. My mind painted vivid images of her, and I found myself practically salivating, imagining how sweet and tight she would be.

I pictured the sensation of my ten-inch length being forced to fill her, and I could almost hear the sounds of her moans.

"Alex, wake up! You're not known for this!" I muttered to myself, my voice barely a whisper, thanking the stars no one was near enough to hear my embarrassing thoughts.

After entering the data, I reached out and turned off the system. I looked at the wall clock; it was already 10 PM. I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and walked towards the elevator.

I got to my car, unlocked the door, and began my drive home. Upon reaching my house, I parked the car, entered my home, took a bath, and then sat at the reading table in my room.

I always journal everything important to me, a habit I've maintained for years. And for some reason, I felt an unusual disturbance within me, a compelling urge to journal about Nora.

"Nora?" I asked myself, my brow furrowing in confusion. "Nora is just a patient. How is she important to me?" I wrestled with these conflicting thoughts, trying to rationalize my feelings.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't get her out of my head. Her image persisted in my mind.

"Nora is the first lady to move you this way. Look at you; you are only thinking about her," I told myself, a hint of surprise in my tone.

After much deliberation, I found myself surrendering to the urge, opening my journal to write about how I felt about Nora. As I tried to go through my previous entries, my eyes scanned the pages, and I came across the name "Anna Greene."

"Yes, Greene!! This is where the sound of Nora's surname came from. It sounded familiar for a reason! It finally clicked!"