Twisted Truths & Leveled Lies

by Lessner, S. K.

  “You’re always so beautiful, Mel,” he whispered in between breaths.

  Before I had a chance to respond, his body veered forward, his rigid length thrusting deep inside.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out, my eyes closing as my head fell back.

  No longer passive, Miguel began his sensual attack. Bringing his mouth to my breasts, I gasped as he sucked my nipple in, the wet humid heat searing across the sensitive peak. I clung to him, aggressively pulling him further to me.

  Alternating his thrusts from fast to slow, my legs trembled, my body begging for release. He continued the onslaught, slowing only when I was close, prolonging the sweet reprieve I frantically sought.

  His teeth lightly grazed as he withdrew his mouth, the air instantly whipping my hardened peak and bestowing a feeling of desolate loss. Seizing his shoulders, I drew him back, insisting his mouth return to me. With a small chuckle, he moved to my other breast, fulfilling my demand.

  Quickly becoming lost in him, I felt my body soar higher and higher. With every pull and push, suck and nibble, my muscles clenched tighter, the pressure almost too much to bear. He continued his deliciously antagonizing fast to slow to fast performance until I knew I couldn’t take anymore.

  Recognizing my body’s reactions, Miguel removed his mouth and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling my chest flush with his. Slowing his pace again, I opened my eyes, watching as he tenderly took me over the edge.

  No matter how we made love over the years, no matter what positions we tried, he always held me lovingly when we finished, fusing our bodies as close to one as possible.

  My tender, swollen folds wrapped tightly around his hardened shaft, reveling in his enlarged tip undulating through each ridge and cleft. My body quivered in his embrace as I felt the last of my resolve and let go, spiraling out of control.

  Joining my pleasurable dive, he thrust into me a few more times, his release spilling deep inside. Absorbing the last of aftershocks, I collapsed to the bed, Miguel falling to my side. Slowing our breath as our sweat-slicked bodies cooled off, he lifted his head and smiled.

  “You are my everything, Mel.”

  “As you are mine.”

  CHAPTER 14

  “You may go in now.” The young receptionist directed us toward a door at the end of the hall, her long red hair flowing to the side as she angled her head in that direction.

  “Thank you.” Miguel and I replied before turning down the hall.

  We had left our house before sunrise today and taken the earliest flight out of Chicago. Arriving in Dallas a few hours later, we rented a car and made our way to the medical complex. After weeks of contemplating and discussing different doctors, it was a relief to finally be meeting with one Miguel liked and hopefully taking the next steps to prepare of Josiah’s surgery.

  Entering the doctor’s office, the room was nothing I had expected to see. The outside of the complex was surrounded in windows and designed in a modern, contemporary octagon design. I had expected the inside to be equally as appealing, but was quickly thinking otherwise. Although the halls were simply beige with typical scenery photos along the wall, I assumed the offices would be quite more interesting considering the types of doctors and surgeons that held their practices here. On the contrary, the further we progressed, the less impressed I became. Glancing around the office, I was overwhelmed by the plethora of items everywhere. There were books stacked in every possible corner or walkway, papers were strewn haphazardly throughout the room, three different phones sat on top of his desk, knickknacks and collectables were tossed about, and for a building with endless windows outside, there were none to be found in here. Sitting behind an old wooden desk was a small, dark skinned man, who appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties. He was writing feverishly on a yellow legal pad, unaware of our arrival. We stood there waiting until Miguel finally cleared his throat, getting the doctor’s attention.

  As he looked above the rim of his glasses, his eyes widened in surprise.

  “I apologize. I’m in a rush to finish preparations for a training seminar I’m teaching, and got lost in my work.”

  He had an accent very similar to Miguel’s brother, but I couldn’t place his, either. It was a mixture of Spanish and something else. When he stood, he appeared shorter than I was, probably only 5’3” or 5’4”. Removing his glasses, he motioned for us to sit in the two chairs in front of his desk.

  “Please, Dr. and Mrs. Sandviel, correct?”

  “Yes, Dr. Majmudan,” Miguel answered him, “Thank you.”

  We took a few steps forward, navigating through the mounds of books, boxes, and papers, but slowed as we approached the two chairs in question. Looking down, we realized they too were covered with paperwork. We looked at each other, then to the doctor who had sat back down and was finishing writing whatever he was previously working on.

  “Excuse me, Sir,” I spoke nervously, “Can we move the papers on the chairs?”

  “Oh dear, forgive me.” The doctor jumped up and hurried around the side of the desk, scooping the papers into his arms. Taking the armful to the side of the office, he deposited them into an empty box, then started to circle back to sit behind his desk, but stopped and came back to us.

  “Where are my manners?” Reaching over a tower of books, he offered his hand for us to shake, Miguel’s first, then mine. “I’m “Dr. Majmudan, thank you for your call, Dr. Sandviel. I apologize for the mess, but my primary office is being remodeled, and it seems everything I own is in boxes for the time being.”

  Well, that explained things better. I was worried we were entering a real mad scientist’s office for a minute.

  “That’s completely understandable, Sir.” Miguel answered, then pulled my chair out, moving it closer beside him to sit down. I sat quietly, and he followed my example.

  Dr. Majmudan rubbed his eyes and walked around some boxes to his desk, removing his suit jacket on his way. His small, round belly wouldn’t allow him to push his chair in all the way, but somehow his short arms still reached the desk as he leaned forward.

  “I’m aware of your background, Dr. Sandviel, so where should we begin?”

  I knew what he was saying. Does your wife understand the basics or do we “superiors” need to break it down for her? I was use to this treatment from talking to other doctors with Miguel present. They usually assumed I was an idiot since I didn’t have a PH.D behind my name. Miguel never spoke to me that way. He took time to answer my questions, and truthfully, I felt like I knew more than half the doctors we had already spoken to, thanks to his efforts to teach me.

  “She’s well aware of the procedure, Doctor.” Miguel answered him politely. “We’d like to know about your specific techniques and which other doctors would assist you in surgery if we were to ask you to do it.” Miguel reached over and held my hand, reassuring me and showing the doctor that we were together on this.

  “Yes, of course.” The doctor answered then paused. “Well, to be honest, when I received your phone call I was in the process of preparing for a seminar I will be teaching for the next three months. I will be leaving Monday for,” he hesitated and looked down at his notes. His eyes scanning rapidly over the words before him.

  Mumbling to himself, I was just barely able to understand him say, “my assistant…the flight itinerary…few days ago. Hmmm.”

  After shuffling a few pages around, he glanced up at me, then Miguel, and back to his notes before continuing. Was he unaware of where the class was? I had trouble believing that. A doctor with his experience, leading a three month training seminar, and who just finished finalizing his travel plans a couple days ago should know where he was going. Instead, he appeared to be confused.

  He cleared his throat, stopped searching, and folded his hands on top of the papers in front of him. “I will be going out of the country, you see. I will have three weeks before the class actually begins and would be thrilled to complete the surgery while I’m there, but you will need to tr
avel there with your child. Are your passports up to date?”

  “Yes, our passports are good.” Miguel spoke slowly, taking in what the doctor was saying.

  I was glad he could answer, because I was taken back by this new revelation. Leave the country? Well, it was exciting since the only place I’d ever gone was the Bahamas, but knowing the reason for the trip made it less appealing altogether. Was this doctor worth traveling so far for? What about the costs?

  “Superb!” The doctor answered quickly. “You wouldn’t have to worry about airfare. I’d be willing to share my private jet with you, your wife, and your child. We will be leaving here on Monday at nine a.m.”

  Wow, a private jet? This was way too much to take in. I knew this was the doctor Miguel preferred. After looking into dozens of doctors during the past few months, this was the only one that I saw him show any interest in, but out of the country?

  “Dr. Majmudan, may I ask about the facility and the other surgeon who will be assisting you?”

  See, that’s why I loved my husband! He was the voice of reason when all I thought about was mad scientists, palm trees, and beaches.

  “Certainly. Dr. Julian Hasan will be teaching the seminar with me. He arrived last week with his wife, and when the seminar begins, he will be teaching the newest techniques in bone grafting.”

  Looking over at Miguel, I tried to read his expression, wondering if this was a good revelation or not. His eyes were wide and he was grinning. Obviously, it was good. To me it sounded like, Dr. blah, blah, blah. But to Miguel, he knew the names and knew what was behind each man. I’d have plenty of questions for him later.

  “I’m quite surprised about Dr. Hasan, Sir. He’s an amazing surgeon and has pioneered many of the advances commonly used today. That would be a great opportunity to have both of you facilitate our son’s surgery.”

  “I appreciate your compliments. I admire Dr. Hasan as well and look forward to working with him. I know he wouldn’t mind assisting in surgery before our classes begin. Especially to help a family friend. Does that mean we can plan on you traveling with us Monday?”

  Before I had a chance to ask about the family friends, Miguel glanced at me, then returned his attention to the doctor to reply. “I believe so, but we will discuss this further tonight and decide together for sure. Is it alright if I call you in the morning to give you our answer?”

  “That would be perfect.” The doctor glanced at me, revealing perfectly white, straight teeth as he smiled. “Mrs. Sandviel, I’m not sure if you’re aware of your husband’s reputation.”

  Was that a question or a statement? It sounded somewhat rude to me. Of course I knew my husband’s reputation!

  I sensed Miguel shift beside me and saw the nervous look he had out of the corner of my eye, making me all too curious to find out what the doctor meant.

  “Well, to be honest, I’m not sure which reputation you’re speaking of.” I answered him curtly. I didn’t like how Miguel responded physically and to make it worse, as I answered the doctor, Miguel slowly pulled his hand from mine and moved to the edge of his seat to stand up. “Please share it with me, doctor.”

  “Ahhh, yes. See, Dr. Sandviel was young when he became an Orthopedic Surgeon, but he quickly accelerated. He completed things that some of our most experienced surgeons could not do. He was expected to become one of the world’s leading bone surgeons. It was a disappointment when he changed fields.” The doctor paused and looked back to Miguel. He was smiling, but I saw a hint of chastising in his eyes at the same time.

  Wiping the reprimand from his face, he smiled like the Cheshire cat. “Well, that’s all in the past. He has now become one of the most successful professors at the university and is leading many of our future surgeons in the right direction. For that, we are very grateful.”

  Miguel stood quickly, offering his hand to shake. He clearly didn’t like where the conversation led. I followed his motion and moved next to him. I didn’t even have a chance to comment on the doctor’s last statement. I would’ve liked to have said a word or two about my husband’s choices and how amazing he was, but it appeared Miguel didn’t want it to continue. I couldn’t blame him. The doctor was clearly being rude.

  I wondered if all surgeons had such ego trips. Furthermore, I was surprised by this information. I had met many colleagues over the past few years and attended numerous dinners and seminars with Miguel, but this was the first time I’d ever heard of how he was so accomplished at an early age. I guess I didn’t know his reputation after all.

  Pulling out of the parking garage, Miguel turned his head toward mine, smiling happily. “Well, honey, I’m really surprised that Dr. Majmudan and Dr. Hasan would be working together. It sounds like an amazing opportunity.”

  I bit my lip while I tried again to read him. Was he not upset about what was said? If I didn’t know better, I’d think he expected it. Plus, my head was still spinning, the rapid onslaught of information and plans was too much for me to sort through at the moment. He, on the other hand, appeared relaxed and content.

  “I don’t know anything about either surgeon, Miguel, but I know you do. It’s clear that you’re happy with this, so I trust your decision, but what about traveling? Did he even say where he was going?”

  Miguel scrunched his eyebrows together while he continued to drive toward the airport. We had a returning flight in two hours, so we could be home tonight for Josie. From the look on his face, he must have realized the doctor hadn’t told either of us. How strange.

  “No, I don’t think I asked. Sorry, I was quite surprised about Dr. Hasan being the assistant. I’ll have to ask him in the morning when we call.”

  I assumed it didn’t matter where it was. It wasn’t like two of the world’s leading surgeons would be operating out of a tribal hut somewhere.

  “Well, you have to tell me all about this other doctor. After we eat, we can decide what to do.”

  I knew the decision was already pretty much made, but Miguel always made me feel like I was part of any choice with our family. If I said no, he’d respect my opinion, even if he didn’t agree. That alone made me trust his judgment more than anything.

  “Yes, absolutely.” He took my hand into his and lifted the back of it to his mouth, tenderly kissing my knuckle, my hand, then the back of my wrist. Our hands remained interlocked the rest of the way to the airport, but other than small talk, we didn’t discuss anything of importance.

  The flight was short, but we talked in depth about the different doctors the entire time. Once we were home, we stayed up for hours, continuing our discussion. He told me all about who they were, where they worked, what they had done around the world, and how impressed he was. Our son didn’t have a life or death surgery ahead of him, but it gave me reassurance that these two doctors could handle any situation that had ever come up. They’d worked on everything from separating conjoined twins to people who’d had over 75% of their bones crushed. I was out of my realm of experience and had to rely on Miguel’s intelligence, but I undoubtedly trusted my husband with my son’s life, so it was an easy choice to make.

  We agreed we’d leave Monday with Dr. Majmudan, but that we’d ask for the surgery to be done as soon as possible. The idea of sight seeing wherever we were going was enticing, but we both decided that we’d be too worried about the upcoming surgery and recovery time to really enjoy anything else. We wanted to get it done, spend the two weeks in recovery with our son, and return home to finish the rest. The trip would last no more than three weeks.

  I called Joan after Miguel went upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. We talked for over an hour, catching up on everything and discussing the trip. I felt bad leaving her with all the responsibilities at the shop and knowing she was seven months pregnant, but I knew I’d do it for her and that we had to rely on each other in situations like this. She promised me that when she had to leave the country for three weeks that she wouldn’t hesitate.

  We laughed and enjoyed our talk so m
uch I hadn’t realized the time. Ending our call at midnight, I took a quick shower and joined Miguel in bed. He was already sleeping, so I wrapped my arm over his side and snuggled close behind him.

  CHAPTER 15

  The weekend flew by. I had to pack for everyone, make sure the paperwork was ready for Joan to handle while I was gone, and fax insurance forms back to Dr. Majmudan’s office. On Saturday, when Miguel had called him back, he told us that we were flying into Peru, Miguel’s childhood home. It looked like I’d finally have the opportunity to see where he was from and some of what he had been doing recently. It was an odd coincidence, but t he big surprise came later Saturday evening, when Miguel’s brother had called us.

  I hadn’t spoken to him since our incident at the airport three years ago, and found it unsettling that he suddenly called now. He invited us to stay at his home while we were in Peru, insisting it had a bedroom that was suitable for recovery, and that he’d have a medical team come over before we arrived to prepare everything so Josiah wouldn’t have to stay in a hospital away from us. Josie would have his own private nurse and we would be with him 24 hours a day. It was an amazing offer. Too amazing for the man I saw that day.

  Miguel was surprised, but insisted we could use this time to smooth things over with his brothers so they’d see how wonderful I was and fall in love with me as well. I wasn’t so optimistic. I was even more curious about why Miguel suddenly cared what they thought when he had spent the past thirteen years of his life trying to forget about them. The only answer I could come up with was his mother. I knew after the last two visits her health had been deteriorating rapidly. She’d already had a small heart attack and a stroke. Maybe he wanted me to meet her or give her the chance to meet Josie, without needing to sneak behind his brother’s backs or creating more stress for her.