Doctor’s Revenge

Chapter Four

Nora Pov

The first day went well, and I guess my plan showed signs of success. I knew it couldn't end well, though. This was just a start; a dangerous step that might send me to hell. It hadn't made things easier when I found out that Dr. Alex was incredibly attractive. He was, as described in books about beauty, the god of s*x.

I know I'm a virgin, but I'm not innocent at all. Being a virgin doesn't mean I'm a shy person, or that I don't know how s*x works, or how to resist an attractive man.

On the contrary, what I have faced and experienced almost all of my childhood, up until my teenage years, gave me enough experience to act like a flirt who excites every single guy without ever being penetrated.

Yes, I'm smart, and I have always had control over myself and my body. I haven't allowed any guy to have s*x with me because I didn't want them to, not because I was looking for a man like my father, as I had told Dr. Alex. It was because I had suffered, both mentally and emotionally, from having a cheating mother.

I found out that my mother was unfaithful when I was almost eight. So, yes, that was too early to learn such a thing about one's mother. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't true.

It wasn't until I saw it with my own eyes that I accepted it as truth. She had been passionately having s*x with another man. I had just turned eleven.

Since then, I decided to stay a virgin. I wanted to get revenge on every man I met; every pig who, more than anything, wanted to have s*x with me. The funny thing is that I used to be a popular girl at school.

I would casually break up with a new guy after dating him and using him emotionally, and then I would move on to the next guy.

But none of them won my body or my heart. I kept myself pure, but I did enjoy touching myself and being touched all over my body. I let boys lick my v****a, and I performed a lot of oral s*x.

Giving blowjob was one of my specialties. I wanted to show how much I could satisfy a guy without giving him my v****a, and I succeeded every time.

I left them with a shattered and broken heart as part of my defense mechanism, repeating what my mother often did to my father. I thought that he didn't know that my mother cheated on him, but I was mostly wrong.

He knew, but he refused to accept the information. Maybe because he didn't want my mother to divorce him, or for some other reason known only to him. But what I am sure of is that he loved my mother unconditionally.

I remember in med school visitation day, I was expecting my father then I was informed that my mother came for my visitation, on getting to the hall I saw her looking directly into a man’s eyes, biting her lips sexily, I was ashamed to even go closer but stay a while observing them with boiling in my heart, then I turned and left without seeing her

I was so angry that I went to the restroom and, as I sat on the toilet, I closed my eyes. In my mind, I had s*x with the man my mother was with. I tortured him sexually and mentally in front of my mother to get to her. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was m**********g, it was my first time.

After that, all the popular dudes in the school chased me. They had heard rumors that I liked older men and that I was a porn star. I didn't care, though. I continued to do what I was doing.

Again, on the day of my graduation ceremony, my father was in another country for a very important meeting, but he had promised to come home early to celebrate my graduation with me and my mother.

I came home early to look for my mother, who completely didn't care to ask the reason why I didn't come to meet her during her visit, or even visit me again.

Just as I arrived, though, I saw the same man coming out of our house, and she was kissing him and squeezing his p***s in the parking lot. She kissed him one last time, and he sped out of the parking lot in his car.

My eyes followed him until I realized that he parked only a few meters away. I hid where he couldn't see me and, quietly, I followed him. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized he was living on the same street as us: Mr. Jacob.

I burst into our house to confront my mother, who, like a complete witch, laughed with a smirk, without any regret. She said, "I'm in love with another man, and guess what? His p***s is better than your father's."

I told my father, but he barely said a word. I guess he had become numb. He had known all along, but if people knew, it changed things. It was at that moment that I decided something. If my father wouldn't get revenge on Mr. Jacob, I would do so on his behalf.

I made a plan to make this man mine, to make my mother face her worst nightmare, to have her feel just one drop of the pain she had caused my father over the years.

I gathered information about Mr. Jacob, but I didn't see him until he came to our hospital for appendix surgery. When I saw him at our hospital, I applied through my department head to be his doctor, which happened as I wanted.

He fell for my beauty and m*********d himself when he knew it was time for my rounds. Without him knowing, everything was my plan from the moment he stepped into the hospital.

The last words I told him in the elevator about not wanting him around me again are lies. I wanted him to beg me, be obsessed with me, and in the end forget my mother, without finding out my plans.

Through his medical chart, I found out he had a son who was a successful doctor. I changed my plan to a bigger one: to have both father and son fight over who would win me.

I planned to visit his clinic as a patient. I had researched a lot about him and knew he was a womanizer, which would make things easier for me. Things had gone well then, but to be honest, I had felt scared.

I knew that Dr. Alex was touching me improperly, but I didn't show him that I knew. I didn't want to scare him off. That being said, his affection for me and my body scared me half to death, but there was no way to go back. I had decided to make him mine, and that was still the plan.

Even if I had to lose my virginity to them, I would do it. Even if I had to marry any of them, I would. In the end, my mother needed to suffer for her actions and pay for her sins. As it had been the day before, I was his last patient. I took a deep breath. I took the elevator, telling myself I could do it. For my father.

I can't imagine my father getting old so early, all because he had married a woman like my mother. He had worked hard to give her a luxurious life. He didn't deserve any of this.