by Ashlee Price
There was that word again, and the tone that made me jump out of my skin. I don’t know why it was so hard to hear him like that, with the edge to his voice, but it bothered me more than I wanted to think about.
“Zane, I’m at work and it’s nine o’clock in the morning.”
“I bet you’re wet.”
“I’m not.”
“Then check.”
My hands hovered where he wanted me to touch. I didn’t have to touch myself to know that he was right. Every time he talked to me in that way, it was instant wetness. He was handling me like I was his property. I should have been offended. Why wasn’t I offended when he talked to me like that? What the hell was wrong with me that made me want him when he was like this?
“Now, Camilla, or I’ll come to your office and do it myself. You know what will happen if I do that.”
A shiver ran through my whole body and before I could think better of it, I was pulling my skirt up and moving to do what he said. I tried to tell myself that it was because I wanted to, not because he told me to.
I sighed when I made it to my final destination. I was extremely hot and wet. I wanted him badly. Before I could get myself into more trouble, I pulled my hand away.
“So?”
“What?”
“Are you wet, Camilla?”
I wanted to tell him no, to tell him that he was wrong, but I didn’t like thinking about lying to him. “Yes.”
“I want you to touch yourself, Camilla. Get your fingers all wet for me.”
Shocked by what he asked of me, I closed my eyes as my fingers moved back underneath my skirt and panties. I tried to muffle the sound of need that I felt, but it was hard. I wanted him so badly. My mind was in need of more than just a rub.
“Okay.”
“Now push your fingers inside quickly.”
My hand moved of its own accord and I gasped when I did as he said. I was sore from him the day before, and I could feel the walls closing in around my penetration. I couldn’t stop the way it felt and I wanted to explode.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Do you wish it was me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Stop.”
My eyes flew open and I pulled my hand away, pouting. I didn’t want to stop. He’d gotten me all riled up, and even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t care. I wanted him badly, and if I couldn’t have him, I was willing to settle for the pleasure of my own ministrations. But to stop wasn’t fair. When I made a sound to that effect he kind of chuckled on the phone.
“You don’t know how good you sound when you’re like this, Camilla. Taste yourself. Lick your fingers for me.”
I paused at the suggestion. I could see that my digits were in fact glistening with my juice. I’d never tasted myself before, but when he said it, I knew that I was going to. He had some hold over me. When I popped my fingers into my mouth, he made a sound on the other end like he could see and taste what I was tasting at that moment.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t answer him, but Zane continued. “Just know that I’m going to taste you this afternoon, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, Camilla.”
I nodded my head to no one in particular and tried to temper my body’s response to him. It was hard to do, but something that I knew I must.
“Don’t lie to me again, Camilla. I know everything, and next time I’ll make sure to punish you.”
I told him that I wouldn’t and heard him hang up. I was staring out the window, lost in thought, when I saw a car across the street flick its lights on and take off rather quickly. I had a sinking feeling that it was Zane. He’d been watching me the whole time. What was he doing there? How long had he been sitting there?
Sure that I was just freaking myself out, I called my assistant in and asked her about the call.
“Sorry that I sent it through, Camilla, but that man yelled at me. I figured that he was better mad on the phone than mad in here.”
“Did he say something, something threatening to you?”
“Not really. It was just the way he said everything. Was that one of your patients? Because that man was scary sounding.”
I couldn’t say one way or another, but it occurred to me that he wasn’t just a patient of mine. He was my lover as well. Zane was scary when he wanted to be, and I wasn’t the only one who saw it. I didn’t know much about that man other than what I’d learned in the last couple of months. None of it was really more than a need for him that I couldn’t deny and the fact that he’d gotten into some trouble a while back.
Now I wasn’t sure what to think, but the idea of him watching me was enough to completely creep me out. My mind was on him when my first client came in for the day. Like everything else that had been going on lately, I was just going to have to push Zane to the back of my mind. I was there to help people get better, even if I was at a loss for what to do for myself.
For the rest of the day, every time I looked out the window, I was dreading four o’clock when I was supposed to see Zane. Should I confront him with what I knew to be true? And if I did, what would be his reaction? The man’s temper was always something that I liked, how passionate he was about everything, but what I didn’t like was when that anger was pointed at me. If I came to him with what I knew, I had a feeling that I was going to get the full wrath, and I wasn’t prepared for that.
Part 5: Dylan
Dylan is falling deeper and deeper in love with Maya. Even though he knows she’s married, he can’t help it. She’s perfect, and for once he’s not thinking about the wife he lost. Life doesn’t seem to be such a mess and he finally has some hope for the future. Dylan knows that it’s all because of Maya. The only problem is that she belongs to another.
Dr. Camilla Loring is doing her best to get over her own issues while trying to help others. Dylan has been coming into her office for almost two years, since his wife died, and she notices the change in him. He’s happier than she’s seen him in a long time, and she’s curious about the change. It comes as no surprise that he’s found a new love, but she’s not ready for who it is. Maya is a familiar name from another client, and when she puts two and two together, it all starts to make sense. It’s a small world after all.
Chapter 1 – Camilla
“Are you okay, Doctor?”
“Huh? Yes, Dylan, I’m fine. Thank you for asking. We’re talking about you, though. You were telling me about a woman that you’ve started seeing? This is a big step for you.”
“I can tell that you’re thinking of something else. We don’t have to do this today if you’re sidetracked.”
He was ever so sweet, and I kind of nodded my head that I was fine. I was letting everything get to me, and I shouldn’t. My clients shouldn’t know that I was bothered. They paid for my undivided attention, but that was hard to give at the moment. When I was thinking about Zane, it was hard to concentrate. We had a meeting later in the afternoon and I was afraid of what was going to happen. I’d always known that he was delicate with his emotions, and now that I’d found out that he was taking things too far, I didn’t know how I was supposed to bring it up to him.
“You go ahead. I’m listening. Really, I am. I want to hear about this woman who’s changed your mind about love.”
Dylan smiled and sat back in the seat. Like many of the men who came to see me, Dylan hardly ever relaxed enough to really lie back, and I was happy to see that he was feeling comfortable with me now. It was what I strived for, and even if my mind was mush, I was glad that I could offer some comfort to another.
“Well, I told you that I was on that dating site.”
I nodded my head, trying to encourage him to say more. He had told me quite a bit about his love life since he started seeing me. In almost two years, it was only rather recently that he was even thinking about getting a girlfriend. Dylan had decided that he was feeling alone and he was ready to get back out there. It
was a huge step that he had finally gone out on a date. I felt remiss that I didn’t know that he was falling for someone. It felt like something that I should have known.
“So tell me about her?”
“She’s perfect! Well, not perfect, but she’s perfect for me. I’ve never met anyone quite like Maya, but it isn’t all that it’s supposed to be.”
“It never is, is it?”
“No, it isn’t. She’s not really single.”
That had me sitting up in my chair. I wondered what he meant by that. The name sounded familiar to me, but I pushed those thoughts away and asked him what he meant about her not being completely single.
I could tell by his face that it wasn’t something that he wanted to talk about. I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to talk about it either, but it felt like the time to press. If he couldn’t say it out loud, that most likely meant that he hadn’t explained it to himself yet either. He needed to come to grips with loving a woman that it sounded like he couldn’t have.
“Well, she’s married.”
I stopped writing notes and met his dark gaze. “Oh.” I didn’t see that one coming. Dylan had lost his wife a couple of years back, and I knew how he felt about the sanctity of marriage. The idea that he would disregard it was hard to fathom. Who had changed his mind so completely?
“I can tell that you don’t approve.”
He was right, but when I thought about it, I wasn’t one to say anything about who was with whom. When it came down to it, I was doing something morally wrong as well. While Zane wasn’t married, he was a patient, and I knew better.
“There is no judgment here, Dylan. I’m just surprised, is all. I know how you feel about marriage.”
Dylan put his hand up to his forehead and sighed loudly. “Yeah, I know. It isn’t a position that I thought I would ever find myself in, but I love Maya and I know that we were meant to be together. It sounds cliché, I know, but it’s honestly the way I feel about it. I don’t want to go back to how it was before I found her. Everything is brighter now.”
He sounded like he was head over heels in love. The woman’s name kept bugging me, and I was trying hard to remember where I’d heard it from. The connection was gone from my mind, but I was sure that I would figure it out eventually.
“So tell me more about Maya. What makes her the one?”
The smile was back on his face, and while there may not have been any judgment, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. I’d never had a man look at me in the way that Dylan did when he thought of Maya. Whoever she was, she was a very special woman to him, and I wished for once that I’d found the one as well. It sounded like it was a childish thing, but there was still the hopeless romantic side of me that wanted that kind of love.
“I don’t know how to describe her. She just… makes me feel alive.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Yes, she has the blondest hair that I’ve ever seen, bright eyes and this laugh that melts me inside.”
He looked to me to see if I was paying attention and whether he had gone too far. I wouldn’t have thought so, but it was clear that he was in love with this married woman. As his doctor, though, I worried about what would happen if it didn’t work out the way he wanted. Would he be able to deal with losing her? Dylan was doing well, but after the death of his wife, he had many obstacles to go through just to make it through the day. It was the wrong time to be getting his heart broken, and I worried for him.
“She’s married, though. Does that worry you?”
Dylan shrugged, but I could tell that he was worried about it. How could he not be? If he was so in love with this woman, the idea of her taking off must be at the forefront of his mind. I’d dated a married man before, and I would never do it again. It was not the moral aspects, although that did bother me – it was the practical ones.
When a married man was with another person, it was because he was unhappy. But it wasn’t to say that the new love would be enough. If one person wasn’t enough, I didn’t see how adding another person into the mix was going to help anything. It just didn’t make any sense to me, and I hoped that Dylan could see the truth and reality of what was most likely going to happen.
“I know that she’s married, but it’s different. She loves me and I love her. That’s more than enough. I know that Maya and me are going to be together. She’s going to leave her rich husband and marry me.”
I nodded my head like I agreed, but I think we both knew that it was most likely not going to happen. He was in love with a woman who was already taken. I knew the feeling well, and my heart went out to him. I wished there was a way to cushion the blow when it came. Dylan had been through enough.
Chapter 2 – Dylan
I could tell that the Doc was getting to something that I didn’t want to talk about. I didn’t want to even think about what was going to happen in the future. Maya had talked a little bit about leaving her husband, and I knew that she wasn’t happy, but there was something holding her there. Camilla’s questions just made it come back to my mind. What would I do if she never left her husband? Could I really be okay sharing her?
“Dylan? Did I lose you?”
“No, I was just thinking.”
The Doc was quiet for a moment, and I knew that she was thinking about the same thing I was. I’d gotten myself into a mess, no one would argue that, but I was happier than I’d been in a long time. I wasn’t ready to give that up, no matter if it was the right thing to do or not. It felt like it was the right thing to do, whether or not it actually was. How could something that felt so right be wrong?
“Do you think about what it’s like for her husband?”
“No, not even in the slightest. He sleeps around on her, has for years from what Maya told me, and it seems only fair that she does the same.”
“Are you the only one?”
It was another question that I had in the back of my mind but hadn’t really answered. I didn’t want to think about it. While I wanted to think I was the only one, I knew that there was just as much of a chance that I wasn’t. I wanted to think that she was in love with me like I was with her. The other night in her arms seemed to cement it for me, but what if I was wrong? What if I was just thinking what I wanted to think, and instead of her seeing it the same way, maybe I was the fool in all of this?
Shaking my head, I told her that I didn’t want to talk about Maya anymore, and Camilla immediately went to something else. She was good at telling when I’d had enough, and this was one of those moments. What she was bringing up made my head hurt.
“We can talk about anything you want, Dylan. It’s your time.”
“I don’t know what there is to talk about besides Maya. She’s all that I think about and all that I dream about at night.”
She looked concerned, and I was sure that if I was the one hearing what I was saying from someone else, I would feel the same way. But Maya was different. This wasn’t going to be like other situations. She really did love me and I knew that one way or another, we were going to be together. I just had to convince her to leave the husband that she didn’t love anyway.
“It sounds like you’re obsessing.”
“No… I don’t know, maybe. I’m not sitting outside her house at night. I don’t even know who her husband is, but I think that if I did, I might confront him.”
“What would you say to him?”
I wasn’t sure about that, but I did know what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him to let her go so that I could have her and we could be happy. It would most likely not go well, but that was what I saw happening in my head.
“I would tell him that I love Maya and I want to make her happy. They are both unhappy, and it just makes sense to let it go.”
“Marriage is usually more complicated than that.”
“I know. I’ve been there.”
“Do you feel the same for Maya as you did for your wife?”
She said it like it was wrong to think that
way, but there were some differences. This time around I wasn’t going to let the good go without a fight. I’d just given up before when she had gotten sick. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I was going to hold on to Maya until I was sure that she was going to be mine for good.
“No, it’s different.”
I didn’t know how it was different, but it was. I was getting uncomfortable even thinking about my wife, like I was somehow cheating on her. The whole conversation was working on my nerves, and I cut it short by about ten minutes.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, Dylan.”
“You didn’t. It’s just been a long day, and I’ve got a lot to do. I’ll see you next week.”
She smiled at me, but it held a bit of sadness. I didn’t want her to pity me. I wanted her to be happy for me. I wanted someone to be happy for me and Maya. There was no one else to tell, though, and I was underwhelmed with the way she reacted. She was supposed to be on my side.
Getting out of the office, I decided to walk down to get a coffee before getting in my car and going home. I couldn’t see Maya tonight because she had something to do with her husband. I tried not to think about it, but it was hard not to wonder how much they were still married. Jealousy was swift and almost overtaking of everything else. I didn’t even want to know. Soon she would leave him and I would have her all to myself.
The caffeine didn’t help much, but as I made my way back to Camilla’s office to get my car, I noticed a man that I recognized from somewhere. He had come into the restaurant, I was sure of it, but there was something else.
He looked up and said hello. The man’s name still escaped me.
“Nice day.”
I nodded that it was and watched him walk in. It hadn’t been long since I left, maybe ten minutes, and I had to figure that he was there to see Camilla too. Maybe that’s where I’d seen him. It didn’t matter. I got into my car, telling myself not to obsess about details. There was a lot to do, and even though I was going to be without Maya, I still had to get it all done. Camilla had given me a lot to think about. She always did, and that was why I still came to see her long after the pain of losing my wife was gone.
