Love Contract

by Andromeda

  She laughs softly. "Why so stiff, my love? Do you miss me that much?"

  I grit my teeth. "I told you to stop calling me that, Brittany; and we're over, remember?"

  "Ohhhh Gio," she coos, and I can't help but feel annoyed. When Brittany says that it sounds so...wrong. But when Malaika says it, it sounds as smooth as silk. "I told you I was sorry…”

  "Screwing my cousin is unforgivable, and you know that," I snap in the phone. In the bed, Malaika rolls over and I close the bathroom door, lowering my voice. "Now answer my question, what is that you want?"

  "Just to stop over and say hello," Brittany giggles. "I'll be in town sooner or later, and I just want to stop buy and...talk."

  I gulp and rub my temples. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "I'll see you then."

  "Goodbye," she giggles before hanging up.

  Groaning, I turn my phone off. Brittany...what the hell could she want? Well, besides me?

  Malaika stirs again and I walk back over to the bed. She smiles sleepily as I crawl in next to her. Kissing her cheek, I hold her close, feeling safe and content.

  Chapter Nine: Down the Rabbit Hole

  Malaika

  "...and then he brought me home. That's it."

  Pearl bites into her apple. "Was he good?"

  "Pearl!"

  She shrugs. "You didn't deny it."

  I look around and blush. "Yes."

  "How big?"

  "PEARL!"

  "What?" she laughs, eating her apple.

  "10 inches..."

  "Damn!" she laughs. "The longest I ever had was 8. But I guess that's what happens when you're screwing an Italian."

  "Who's screwing an Italian?" Kenny asks, walking over to us with David and our new friend Marcus.

  "Mala," Pearl says. "She's screwing Giovanni Rinaldi."

  "PEARL!" I scream, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Don't tell the world!"

  "I'm not," she chuckles. "Just them."

  Kenny laughs. "Scoring a Rinaldi; awesome job, Mala."

  "Is he good?" David asks.

  I know I'd be as red as a tomato right now. "Yes," I finally say. "And he's 10-inches before anyone asks."

  "Nice," Marcus says.

  "So what?" David says with a roll of his eyes.

  "Someone sounds jelly," Pearl says, tossing the half-eaten apple at him.

  "I'm not jealous," he says, catching it before tossing it in the trash. "But you should be careful Mala, those Rinaldi's are known to be heartbreakers."

  "I don't love him," I say as firmly as I can. "And it's innocent."

  "Oh yeah, it's 'very' innocent," Pearl says, using air quotes as she says very.

  I elbow her in the stomach and she chuckles lowly. "I'm playing Mala, I'm playing."

  “U-huh sure,” I laugh. “Come on guys, let’s get to work.”

  ********************************

  Giovanni

  "...and that concludes our meeting; thank you, and have a nice day."

  I rub the back of my neck, slightly wincing at the sore and tired muscles. A hand slaps my back, earning a soft groan and growl from me.

  "Ciao fratellino," my brother Romero chuckles. "Sore, I see?"

  I roll my eyes. "No."

  "Don't deny it, little brother," Romero laughs as we walk out of the boardroom. "This isn't the first time I've seen you like this."

  He's right. It's been two months since Malaika and I have begun trying for a child, and we've had sex no less than 5 times a day. Yesterday it was 10 and every part of me is sore, but it's worth it. I love the way her face twists up, and the feel of her clamping around me as she reaches her climax.

  "Hello?" Romero says, waving his hand in front of my face. "Earth to Gio."

  I didn't realize that I had gazed off, and I blink. "Huh?"

  "Dio mio fratellino!" Romero laughs. "You've got it for her bad!"

  "I do not!" I say, turning red as we stand in front of the elevator. "It's just pleasure, nothing more."

  "Uh-huh," he says with a raised eyebrow. "Of course it is."

  A group of interns runs by us, and in I see Her in their group. My eyes snap instantly on her ass, memories coming back. I gripped it hard as she rode me for the first time the other night, something I've been dying to do since she agreed to have my child. It was amazing; I can still hear her cries of pleasure as I thrust inside her, the taste of her breasts in my mouth, the...

  "Bro! Get it under control!"

  Romero's sudden voice and the dragging of me to the elevator snatches me from my erotic thoughts.

  "Huh?"

  He points down and I look at my pants; a perfect tent has formed. Romero turns red with laughter as he holds his sides.

  "You have it bad, little brother," he laughs. "Davvero pessimo!"

  "Zitto buco di culo," I growl, telling him to shut his mouth as I cover the tent in my pants with my briefcase.

  "I have to meet this girl," he laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

  "Of course not," I snap.

  He smirks. "I'll figure out who she is, little brother."

  I roll my eyes and run out of the elevator as soon as the doors open. I shut my office door and sit in my chair, opening my pants and looking at my erection. Damn, it's rock hard and I only had a couple moments in thinking of my Angel. Groaning, I try to think of a way to relive it when a wicked thought comes into my mind. I dial Joy's number and tell her to page Malaika; within a couple minutes, my beautiful Angel knocks on the door.

  I press a button and it unlocks; she steps inside and sees me behind the desk.

  "You called for me?" she asks; her voice sounds nervous and she nibbles on her lower lip. A low groan rumbles in my throat and I feel myself getting harder, if that's possible.

  "Come in and shut the door," I say huskily.

  When she does so I press the button, locking it tight, then I stand up. Her eyes zero in on my erection and she freezes.

  "G…get over here," I groan softly. "You made me this way...and you are going to help relieve me."

  I can tell she's reluctant, but she slowly walks over. I can't take it anymore; she's moving too slow. Moving from around the desk, I pounce on her, kissing her passively and passionately as I begin to tear at her scrubs, ripping her top and bra off. Her legs wrap around me as I cup her ass, carrying her to my desk, shoving everything off and placing her on top of it. Her hands work and unbutton my shirt, tossing my jacket aside as I yank her pants off, ripping off her panties as I shove my pants down and open her legs. I ram into her deeply, a low groan escaping from my lips. She arches her back, crying out before she quickly covers her mouth. Smirking, I slam into her at a jackhammer’s pace, the normal tenderness forgotten as my desire and lust of her take over.

  "Don't worry about being loud," I whisper between thrusts. "This place is more padded and soundproof than the Oval Office."

  Her nails dig into my shoulders as I grip her waist, pounding into her mercilessly. The sound of our flesh slapping, along her moans and my groans filling the air is music to my ears. I soon feel a tightening in my gut and see her face twist up, knowing our releases are coming quickly. Suddenly she tightens around me, her head thrown back as she screams, her walls clenching. I feel myself being drawn deeply inside her and I shout in release, pouring into her.

  With a low groan, I collapse on top of her, both of us breathless.

  "D...did we just have sex on top of your desk?" she asks, her voice hoarse.

  "Get used to it," I murmur. "I plan on doing it more."

  "What happened to my scrubs?"

  "I’ll get you more," I groan, getting up and slowly pulling out of her, my once rock-hard erection now limp.

  Kissing her tenderly, I help her up; her legs lock around me as I carry her to a couch and lay her on it before lying next to her.

  "Gio...I need to return to work," she murmurs between kisses.

  "Later," I whisper. "I'll make an excuse for you; right now, I just want to hold you."


  We kiss and cuddle for what seems like forever, even though when I look at the clock I see it's only been an hour. Reluctantly I let her go, giving her some things to clean herself and then watching as she dresses. With one last deep kiss, I watch as she slips out, a strange tugging at my heart.

  This is becoming more than just sex and her carrying my child; I can feel it, but I push such thoughts away. I will not allow myself to love her, I can't. After what happened to Veronica...I will not put myself into that position again.

  ********************************

  Malaika

  "This was hell!" I exclaim, covering my eyes.

  Pearl walks over, her normal grin on her face. "Oh stop being a baby, that was fun."

  I roll my eyes. “Shut up, you.”

  She looks at me with a smirk. "So Mala...where did you disappear to for about two hours?"

  I blush. "N... nowhere."

  "Liar, you were screwing the Italian Sausage."

  "Pearl!"

  "What?" she asks shrugging. "Am I wrong?"

  "Well no, but..."

  "I knew it!" she laughs.

  Groaning, I slap her shoulder but blush when the memories of the time in Giovanni's office comes back to me.

  "You and Rinaldi getting busy, ehh?" Marcus jokes. "Sweet deal."

  I roll my eyes. "Guys, it’s not that big a deal."

  "Sure," David says. "Just don't hurt when he suddenly breaks your heart.”

  "Guys, it's just sex," I say.

  "Yeah right," Pearl laughs.

  I shoot her a look; she's the only one that knows that real reason Giovanni and I are together. She better keep her mouth quiet.

  "Just be careful, Mala," Kenny says nodding. "I don't want to have to go to jail because that Italian Suit broke your heart. Because then I'd have to kill him."

  "I'm fine guys," I say. "Truly, don't worry about me."

  They nod and we walk to the lockers. As I'm going, I hear my phone ding with a text message and I open it; damn flip phones, but it's all I could afford. My eyes widen at the message.

  Unknown: Bonjou Syèl la

  Me: Who is this?

  Unknown: Have you forgotten me already?

  Me: Who the hell is this???

  Unknown: Haha, haha. I'm back Heaven, and there is no hiding from me

  My blood runs cold and I drop my phone backing away. No... it can't be how...the hell has he found me? He was supposed to be in jail! Locked away from me forever! How was he freed? What if he knows where I live? What if he knows where I work? I'll die before I let him get his hand on my daughter!

  "Hey Mala?" a gentle voice says; I look up and see Joy. "Are you alright?"

  "Y...yeah," I stammer. "I...I'm fine. Just a little hot."

  She looks at me worryingly, but nods. "Go ahead and leave early, you don't have to worry about being on call tonight. I'll have Lea to cover your shift."

  "Thanks Joy," I whisper, going to the locker rooms and changing.

  Try as I might, I can't get him out of my mind; how did he get my number? How is he free? I'm so lost in my thoughts that I accidentally yank on Robyn's hair later that night, earning a yelp.

  "Mamman!" she cries out. "You hurt me!"

  I look at her in surprise and kiss her cheeks. "I'm sorry, gato dous," I whisper. "Mamman is lost in her thoughts."

  She looks at me. "Are you alright, Mommy?"

  "Wi, I'm fine," I lie. "Perfectly fine."

  Taking her to bed, I go to my room and can't help but look out the window, wondering if he's out there watching me...if he's watching us. My phone rings and I know it’s Giovanni, but I ignore it. I don't feel like phone sex, or talking to him. I feel cold and worried, as if a darkness is looming over me.

  Mwen se tounen Nan syèl la, he said. I'm back, Heaven.

  Chapter Ten: The Self Destruct Button

  Malaika

  "Get it! Get it!"

  "Over here!"

  "Outta my way, small fry!"

  I laugh as I run with the young children, lost in our game. I kick the small ball into the goal and everyone cheers.

  "Dr. Robin's team wins!" Joy cheers, jumping up and down while clapping her hands.

  "No fair!" Debra, the doctor on the other team says.

  I laugh and high five my team, 5 kids who all have cancer. Kick the Cancer, a game that we play which is a bit like Soccer, and I thought of it after I saw that some of the children are forced to stay in their bed. With the permission of Joy and their parents, I was able to get the ones who can walk and move enough to play this game. The whole department got into it, each intern or resident getting assigned 5 kids. We have face offs, and as always my team wins. They love it.

  "You guys know what this means?" I say, leaning down.

  "PIZZA AND ICE CREAM!!!" they all scream at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down.

  The prize for winning is a pizza and ice cream buffet. However, we make sure that everyone gets it since winning isn't anything. I really love my patients, from the newborn preemies to the teenagers—who do the damnest things.

  Picking up one, we all walk to the buffet where they all chow down. Watching them, I get lost in my thoughts as I think about Giovanni and I. We've been together for almost 4 months, have had sex virtually every day, and still I haven't gotten pregnant. I mean for me, I'm fine; but I can see something within his eyes. I keep telling myself that maybe it just isn't the time, and will happen when it's supposed to happen.

  "Dr. Robin?" a little girl named Laura says.

  I turn and smile at her. "Yes, little one?"

  "Can you tell us another story?"

  I nod; the children love my stories, most of them Jamaican folktale. Taking my hand, she leads me to their group and I sit down, beginning another tale.

  ********************************

  Giovanni

  "GIO!" I turn around at the sound of my name and smile.

  "PAUL!" I’m wrapped into a tight embrace by of one of my best friends.

  I've known Paul for years. While I went into business, he went into medicine and is a well-respected anesthesiologist.

  "What brings you here, Paul?" I ask as we walk.

  "Nothing much; just doing a little surgery, that's it. What about you? I've heard you're here at work almost every day."

  "I have my work," I say.

  "Or...there is a woman you like."

  Groaning, I slap his shoulders.

  "Hey!" he laughs. "Romero told me. Who is she?"

  "I'm not telling!" I laugh. "And tell my brother that he better keep his mouth shut."

  "You know Romero, he can't!"

  I laugh and nod. "Yeah, that is true."

  We walk up to my office and hear the laughs and giggles of children. A group runs past us, holding some kind of silky cloth, and Malaika is hot on their tails. She stops, doubling over to catch her breath before running again.

  "Give me back my head wrap!" she yells as she runs after them.

  I can't help but smirk. I told her that I hated her hair wrapped up. If she has it wrapped when we are together, I yank it off and rip it, hoping my message gets through. Apparently, it hasn't. I don't know why she wears it; her hair is perfectly silky and smooth. Maybe our child will have the same kind of hair.

  I feel a jab in my gut. We've been trying for almost 4 months and still nothing. She keeps saying the baby will come when it's destined to come, but I can't help but feel a little annoyed. I picked a woman who was at the prime of her youth to carry my child. Could I have made a mistake with her?

  ********************************

  Malaika

  "...I promise, I'll be with you no matter what," I whisper as Laura smiles sleepily at me, the anesthesia taking over. "Let's count back from ten. Ten...nine...eight..."

  We make it to five when her eyes finally close; kissing her hand, I stroke her cheek. A couple days ago I noticed some swelling in her brain, and today we are draining the fluid to lower it. The neurosurgeon is
a good man, but I'm not so sure about the anesthesiologist.

  When we were in the pre-surgery meeting, I smelt something; liquor. Today as he sits not far from me, I came smell it again and it's even stronger than before. I believe Paul is his name, and he's an ass.

  He flirts with us female doctors, treats the nurses like dirt, and has a strange thing for me. I rebuffed his advances of course, but still, the man kind of scares me. Up in the viewing room, I see Giovanni watching with some other interns and doctors. What is he doing here? He's never watched me before, and I can't help but feel a little nervous. I gag as the smell begins to overwhelm me and I begin to cough.

  "Dr. Robin?" the neurosurgeon says. "Are you alright?"

  I can't hold it in anymore. "I...I'm sorry but…I smell it.”

  He looks at me. "Smell what? I have a mask."

  "I...I smell liquor.”

  Everyone in the room stops. "What did you say?" the neurosurgeon asks me.

  "I smell liquor," I say firmly. “Doctor Paul has been drinking.”

  Paul starts his eyes blazing. "I beg your pardon? Where the hell do you get off accusing me of something like that?! You don't know what you're talking about!"

  “I know what I smell,” I say firmly, I’ve noticed as of late my sense of smell has been increasingly heightened. “And I smell alcohol on your breath!”

  This is a tender subject, but trust me when I say that I know liquor and alcohol when I smell them. Derrick was almost always drunk, and if this man is operating on Laura drunk, then he needs to be stopped. I swore a promise to keep her safe, and what he doing is dangerous.

  Paul looks at the neurosurgeon. "Look, I don't need some baby intern telling me what's at stake here. Get her out of here!"

  “I’m not an intern!” I snap. “I’m a resident!”

  “Dr. Robinson, that is enough!” The neurosurgeon snaps. “You are out.”

  "I can't go; I promised her that I wouldn't leave!"

  "Get the hell out, or else I walk!" Paul screams.

  "Mala, leave now before I have you forcibly removed!" the neurosurgeon barks.

  With great reluctance, I remove my hand from Laura's, kissing her cheek before leaving. You'll never guess who's waiting for me.