her... I could not wait a second longer. God forgive me...
I wrapped my fingers around her arms, pulled her to me and put my lips to hers. She resisted for a beat, but then she responded with more passion than any woman ever had with me.
The kiss slowed, and I was grateful because I felt like I never wanted it to end. I held her tighter against my erection, praying I didn't frighten her away. I got bold and grabbed her round ass and licked her tongue. She moaned, attempting to press herself closer.
Damn it... I had to stop. This was her parents’ home, and I wanted so much more. I grabbed her arms again and pushed her away. She looked wounded again, like she wanted to keep going and that look made me feel like a total ass. I couldn’t walk away, ever. I had to have her. This woman was definitely going to be mine.
“Stay away from Wexler,” I commanded.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Dr. Alexander,” she snapped out. I'll date whomever I want!”
My heart constricted. I stared at her and she stared right back. All I thought about was ways to kill Wexler.
I looked at the wall, attempting to calm myself. “We'll see about that,” I said with as much venom as I can muster. I turned and left, not caring that I slammed the fucking door.
Once outside, I called Wexler, still tasting her kiss.
“Dr. Wexler,” he answered.
“It’s Marcus. Stay the fuck away from Mariah,” I snarled.
“Excuse me,” he chuckled. “Since when do you dictate my dating habits, Cannon?”
“Since I decided she's mine and I don't want you anywhere near her, Wexler. And I hear congratulations are in order, since you fucked my fiancée and knocked her up. I can't wait to share the good news with Mariah.”
“Look, Cannon. Mariah can make her own choices and Adina and I are not a couple; she was just... fun for a while. A pleasant diversion. I'll take care of my kid, and that's that as far as I'm concerned. As far as Mariah goes, I plan to date her as often as possible but don’t worry, I’m aware she's not the type of girl made for fucking then tossing aside. Step aside and let a real man handle Mariah and make her happier than you ever could, Cannon.”
Anger pierced me to my core. If he was in front of me right now, I'd wring his fucking neck.
“I'm terminating your contract, effective immediately. HRC doesn't want your services, mainly because you lack camaraderie with your fellow physicians. Don't even come in tomorrow. And before you try to sue me, I’ll pay the severance in your contract and you will stay away from Mariah. Someone will contact you when you can pick up a check. Understood?”
He didn't answer right away. Through the phone, I heard a door close then, seconds later, I spotted Wexler getting into his car.
“Understood. And since you're not my boss anymore, I feel elated to be able to say this to you: go fuck yourself, you arrogant bastard. Mariah will be mine, Cannon.”
He disconnected. I watched as he drove off. Yeah, we'll see, fucker. I called Matthew, next.
“What's up, Cramp?”
“I want William Wexler blacklisted in this state. I don't want him working anywhere in California, including free clinics, got it?”
“Oh... okay. How soon do you want this done?”
“Don't you have another phone you can use while we’re talking?”
“Uh-huh. And, uh... Why exactly am I doing this?”
I took a deep breath. “The fucker knocked up Adina and now he thinks he wants Mariah.”
Matthew was silent a moment. “It'll be done in twenty minutes, max.”
July 1, 2011
Evelyn sighed in my ear, sounding a lot like Mother when she’s irritated, then said, “Marcus, you have to leave my float nurses alone. Ease up on them. They are refusing to work with you.”
I smirked. “Send me the right one and I will.”
“And who would that be,” my sister sarcastically asked.
“You know exactly who, Evelyn. I'm sure Mother or one the boys told you.”
“Daddy told me, actually. Look,
Steve Turner
Edward Crichton
Matt Christopher, Stephanie Peters
George Bishop
Madeleine Shaw
Geoff Herbach
Jon Sprunk
Nicola Pierce
Roy Macgregor
Michael Wallace