Moonlit Desire

Chapter 1

Delia's POV

"Raise to 200, clear..." I barked, as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. The heart monitor beeps rapidly as I wait for a response. "Raise to 250, clear..." I repeated, feeling the weight of exhaustion setting in. Hours had passed since I had entered the ICU, tending to a young man recovering from brain surgery. But my fatigue dissipated as I heard the sound of a stable heartbeat emanating from the monitor. Relief washed over me as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

Suddenly, a nurse burst into the room, urgently calling my name. "Doctor Rowen, your attention is needed in the labor room, ASAP!" Her panicked voice filled the air, and I knew it was a matter of life and death. Dropping my equipment, I instructed my assistant to take over and ran to the labor operation room.

As I arrived, I was met by Doctor Trevor, who briefed me on the situation. "She's experiencing internal bleeding, and we don't know where it's coming from. We need your expertise, Doctor Rowen," he explained.

Without hesitation, I sprang into action. Time was of the essence, and the lives of both the mother and child were at stake. The adrenaline kicked in, and I knew that this was what I had trained for. It was a long and grueling process, but through sheer determination and skill, we were able to save both the mother and her newborn child. As I emerged from the operating room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. This was why I became a doctor - to make a difference in the lives of others.

Taking charge of the situation, I guided the mother through a successful delivery, the newborn baby crying loudly as she took her first breath. The mother thanked me, and I smiled, assuring her that it was all in a day's work. But she insisted on knowing my name, and I introduced myself as Doctor Delia.

To my surprise, the mother took my hand and whispered that she wanted to name her daughter after me. I protested, but she was adamant, and I eventually relented. As I left the room, I headed down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, feeling both satisfied and exhausted.

But my peaceful moment was interrupted when I saw Doctor Lim, a colleague who had been obsessed with me for as long as I could remember. I tried to avoid him, but he called out to me, and I begrudgingly turned to face him.

Despite his skill in his area of expertise, I found Doctor Lim to be too weird for my liking. He wasn't my type at all. I preferred tall, dark, and muscular guys. I smiled politely, hoping to end the conversation quickly and get back to my coffee.

Doctor Lim asked me how my day had been, and I replied that it had been incredibly stressful. I had performed ten surgeries, and five of them were critical and on the brink of life and death. He simply replied with an "interesting" as he leaned in closer, trying to flirt with me.

I instinctively flinched away, feeling uncomfortable with his advances. He then asked if I would like to have dinner with him, and I looked at him weirdly, unsure of what to say. My phone rang loudly, and I was relieved by the distraction. It was my best friend, Freya, and she had been trying to reach me all day. It suddenly dawned on me that today was her birthday and she was having a party at the Levande Clubhouse.

I was swept off my feet with excitement and quickly turned to head back to my office. But Doctor Lim blocked my path, refusing to let me pass until I gave him an answer about the dinner invitation. Feeling pressured, I hastily said yes, and he finally let me go.

As I rushed to my office, I collected my things and headed out to the parking lot where my car was parked. Doctor Lim's voice still rang in my ears as he yelled out his plans for tomorrow. But as I got into my car, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about the dinner plans with Doctor Lim.

I hurriedly jumped into my car and drove off, feeling a sense of urgency as I headed home. As soon as I entered my house, I carelessly threw my stuff on the floor, only to have my phone ring again. It was Freya, and she sounded furious.

"Where are you, Delia Rowen? You're supposed to be here now, dear! You know you're my wingman today, so get your a*s down here, Delia!"

Feeling guilty for being late, I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up, quickly taking a shower and picking out a dress from my closet. I slipped into some heels and threw on a coat, then hurried back to my car to start the engine. That's when I saw the low fuel gauge beeping red.

"Shoot, fuckkkkkk!" I yelled at my steering wheel, feeling frustrated at my bad luck. I tried to book an Uber, but there was none available. So, I came down and hailed a taxi, hoping that I wouldn't be too late.

Luckily, there was no traffic, and I arrived at the clubhouse in no time. The place was loud and smoky, with people drinking and having a good time. I tried to find Freya in the crowd, but it wasn't easy with all the noise.

As I reached for my phone, I heard a scream, "Deliaaaaa!" I turned to see Freya rushing towards me, embracing me tightly. She looked at me strangely and removed my coat, saying, "This isn't a funeral, Delia. This is my birthday, and this is a clubhouse!"

Feeling exposed to my outfit, I searched for a place to sit down. My curves were on full display, and guys were starting to stare at me. Freya pulled me towards the bar, ordering a round of shots from the bartender. I had barely taken a sip when Freya downed five shots in a row.

"Slow down, Freya!" I urged her, but she was too happy to listen, continuing to drink.

Suddenly, Freya's friends appeared, taking her away to the dance floor. "Hey, we want to steal Freya for a bit," one of them said, and I didn't object. They all went to the center of the club, and Freya twirled her hair, dancing like no one was watching. Her curvy figure was a sight to behold, and the guys at the bar couldn't help but stare.

Despite feeling a bit uncomfortable, I couldn't help but enjoy the lively atmosphere of the clubhouse. It was Freya's birthday, after all, and we were there to celebrate. As the night wore on, we danced, drank, and had an unforgettable time.

Freya walked over to my table and beckoned me to join her on the dance floor. "Come party with me, Delia," she said. "I know you're shy, but look over there. Those two handsome guys are checking us out. What do you think?" Freya grinned in a devious way and added, "The blonde guy is mine."

As we danced, the two guys made their way over to us and offered to buy us drinks. Freya was cool with it, so I went along with the flow, not wanting to ruin her birthday celebration. The black-haired guy started talking to me and offered me a drink. "You should drink up," he said. But I politely declined, telling him that I don't drink alcohol and prefer water or soda. He ended up buying me a Coke, and I sipped it as we chatted. He seemed like a nice guy.

Meanwhile, Freya was throwing herself at the blonde guy, who seemed to be enjoying her attention. The guys asked us what the occasion was, and they mentioned that they had a suite in the hotel upstairs, directly above the bar. Freya wanted to go, so I tagged along.

We ended up sitting in the suite, and I looked around in awe. The place was nice. Despite my initial reluctance.

I frantically searched for Freya, but she was nowhere to be found. I asked the black-haired guy where my friend was, but as he drew closer to me, he tried to touch my breast. I pushed his hand away and suddenly felt dizzy and sleepy. Adam, the black-haired guy, whispered, "Shhhhhhhh... I don't bite."

My eyes grew heavy, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. That's when I realized that these guys were up to no good. They had drugged our drinks, and I was reacting to it slowly because I had only been drinking soda. As I started to doze off, I mustered all the strength I had left and grabbed a glass. I hit Adam over the head with it as he had already removed my clothes and was about to have his way with me.

I crawled to the door with my last bit of energy, opened it, and fell to the ground, completely drained. But Adam wasn't finished with me yet. He grabbed my leg and pulled me back inside. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. I needed to find a way out and fast before it was too late.

As Adam bent me over, I caught a glimpse of a man walking in the hallway. I hoped he saw me, and it seemed like he did. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door that jolted me back to consciousness. The man burst through the door and knocked Adam down. He held me up and asked if I was okay.

Still feeling weak, I spoke faintly and said, "My friend is in the other room." The man quickly went to the other room and knocked the blonde guy down. It turned out that Freya was almost r***d. Thank God for man's intervention. He escorted us outside and gave us water to help us sober up.

As we composed ourselves, I asked the man for his name, and he replied, "Liam... Liam Trevor." We expressed our gratitude, and he offered to drive us home to make sure we were safe. During the drive, I couldn't help but wonder who Liam was and how strong he was, not just physically but also in character. He was kind-hearted and caring.

When he dropped us off at home, we thanked him again and again, but it still didn't feel like enough. I only hoped to see him again someday to thank him properly and maybe even get to know him better.