Mr. Doctor - A Hot Doctor Romance (Mr Series - Book #1)

by Ivy Jordan

  “I want Claire to tuck me in,” she insisted.

  He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion as I smiled. “I’d love to.”

  She ran up the stairs, leaving me alone with Elijah. “So, where is her mother?” I asked.

  He was silent. It was obviously a sore subject. I assumed he still loved her. My heart ached. I knew I couldn’t start a relationship with a man in love with another woman.

  “She died,” he said softly.

  My eyes welled up with tears as he told me the story of how she was in an accident when Charlie was only two. “It was a bad day, rain so heavy you couldn’t see. She slid off the road and hit a tree, flipping the car six times,” he choked as he spoke.

  “Both Charlie’s legs were broken. She had to learn to walk again. Her mother, Grace, she died instantly,” he said softly.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching out to hug him around his neck.

  “Are you coming, Claire?” Charlie’s little voice echoed from the top of the stairs.

  I wiped my tears away and forced a smile. “I’m coming,” I called out to her.

  She was tucked in her bed, sheets with pink daisies and a bright orange comforter. Her room was decorated so perfectly, it looked like it could be in a fashion home magazine. I read her the story she gave me, kissed her on the cheek, and then turned out her light as she dozed off.

  Elijah was standing by the door. “How long have you been there?” I asked.

  “Long enough,” he said. “She really took a liking to you,” he said.

  “She’s pretty awesome,” I admitted.

  “Thank you,” he said softly.

  “For what?”

  “She’s been wanting a woman around here. I just haven’t found anyone I trust around her,” he explained.

  “My mother died when I was nine,” I said.

  His eyes widened as I spoke. “My dad never remarried. I always wanted a mother-figure. But he was both mother and father,” I laughed.

  “Wasn’t he lonely?” he asked.

  “I’m sure he was. But, more importantly, my sister and I were lonely.”

  “Yes. I know Charlie needs a mother in her life. It’s just not that easy,” he said.

  I couldn’t imagine. I knew what my dad went through, and I knew he was trying to do the right thing by us girls. But, Caroline and I both talked about how we wanted Dad to move on, to find another woman to bond with to make our family whole again. We even tried to fix him up with numerous women, including my science teacher in sixth grade.

  “You truly are amazing,” he said, leaning in, kissing me on the mouth.

  At first it was gentle, then that same passion from the beach pushed through, sending his tongue around mine while his hands gripped around my ass.

  “Will you stay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  I wanted nothing more than to stay. I could stay here forever.

  Chapter Seven

  Elijah guided me backwards, walking me to the room at the end of the hall. Two large doors opened as he fumbled with the handles, leading us both into the large master bedroom.

  His hands worked at my dress, pulling the straps from my shoulders and then past my breasts. His mouth lowered, sucking on my nipples, teasing my breasts with quick flicks of his tongue while his hands continued to pull at my dress until it was on the floor.

  I stood there in his room, wearing only my panties and high-heeled sandals. He pulled back, staring at me with a hunger in his eyes that drove me wild.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” he said, shutting the doors behind him.

  He scooped me up by the waist, lifting me off my feet and tossing me onto the large mattress. His mouth worked around my ankle, kissing softly, until it reached my knee. He continued the same pattern on my other leg, causing my skin to tingle and goosebumps to rise.

  He stripped out of his shirt, exposing his rippled chest and a small patch of hair perfectly centered between his pecks. My hands reached up, caressing the hardness of his body, my fingers sinking into the thick hairs.

  His hands quickly ripped at his belt, then the buttons on his slacks. He slid them down, exposing his thick cock, stroking it slowly as he stood at the edge of the bed.

  I crawled on the mattress, moving closer to him with my mouth watering for a taste of his hardness.

  My lips parted, taking in just the tip of his cock, teasing the hole with my tongue as he let out a soft moan. My hand slid down his shaft and between his legs, cupping his balls, massaging them gently as my mouth widened to allow more of his cock to enter my warm, wet mouth.

  The taste of his skin reminded me of fruit, something citrusy and sweet. I lapped at his main vein with my tongue as my lips slid further down his shaft until I had him deep inside my throat. His hands reached down, gripping my hair and running his fingers through my loose bun. He pulled at the pin, releasing my long hair down my shoulders to cascade onto my back. His hand returned to my head, slowly guiding my mouth up and down with a perfect rhythm.

  As I felt his cock begin to throb, I knew he was close. He gripped my shoulders first, pulling me from him, and then backed away before he could unleash his cum into my throat. I wanted it. I wanted to taste him. But I didn’t want this to be over.

  The look in his eyes was filled with hunger as he pushed me onto my back. He climbed onto the bed, rolling over on his own back, and then slapping his thick thighs for me to climb on and ride him.

  I straddled my legs around him, pressing his cock into the warmth of my plump pussy lips as he fondled my breasts. His fingers gripped my nipples, pulling on them tightly, pinching them gently, and then slid his cock into my body.

  My hips rocked against him, rolling my clit against the hardness of his pelvis, and causing me to reach my orgasm much faster than usual.

  My rhythm became sporadic as my orgasm built. Waves of pleasure rushed through my body, first gently, and then with an aggression that caused me to yell out his name. His hand gripped my mouth, covering it to muffle my loud cries of pleasure as his own orgasm released into me, leaving a warmth, and a comfort of satisfaction that I’d never quite felt before. Caroline had told me after that night on the beach, “Don’t expect it to be like that every time. The first time is always the best.” But—here, right now—this was better than the first time, something I’d not thought possible.

  I fell off of him, rolled to my side, and barely opened my eyes as he cleaned me up with a towel. He climbed back into bed, spooning my naked body against his, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

  When my eyes finally opened, it was after seven o’clock in the morning. “Elijah,” I whispered in his ear, shaking his shoulders gently to wake him.

  His eyes opened. He smiled, turned toward me, and pulled me into his chest. “Good morning.”

  “What time does Charlie get up?” I asked.

  “Seven or eight, why?” he asked.

  “It’s seven. Should I sneak out?” I asked.

  He pulled me in tighter. “No.”

  “But, she’ll know I stayed,” I argued.

  “I honestly think she’d be more upset if you didn’t,” he chuckled, sliding out of bed.

  He slid on a pair of sleep pants, and a t-shirt. “I’m making breakfast. Get dressed before she wakes up, and meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready,” he said sweetly.

  I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to handle this. He acted like Charlie was this big secret, and now here I was staying the night after the first meeting. I quickly got dressed, made my way downstairs before Charlie woke up, and grabbed the cup of coffee that Elijah handed to me. “Thank you,” I said, still groggy.

  “How do you like your eggs?” he asked.

  “Sunny eggs,” I turned to see Charlie standing there with a large smile. “Did you have a sleepover?” she asked.

  “Yes. I guess I fell asleep,” I said cheerfully, playing along.

  “How do you want your eggs?” Elijah asked a
gain.

  “Over easy would be great,” I replied.

  Charlie talked about all the things she wanted to do, nail salons, the zoo, the mall, and all of them included me in the picture. I was flattered that she liked me so well, and that her daddy seemed to trust me around her enough to let me stay, and her make plans with me. “Slow down. She has a job, you know. She can’t just run around with you all day,” he laughed.

  As he made the eggs, he turned and stared at me for a moment. “Speaking of jobs,” he started. I sipped my coffee. “Would you like to work in my office?” he asked.

  My eyes widened. An actual nursing job! “Yes, but I didn’t think you were hiring,” I said.

  “They just posted a position in the cosmetic surgery office across the hall from me,” he said. “It’s Dr. Jaxton. He’s a great guy. Very easy to work for,” he added.

  “I’ll send him my resume,” I said with a smile.

  “No need. Let me give it to him. He owes me one.”

  I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of getting a job on a favor owed, but I wanted a nursing job so badly, I agreed. I knew I was qualified. I deserved it.

  Chapter Eight

  I was on cloud nine after leaving Elijah’s that day. For an entire month, all I could think about was him and Charlie. My heart ached for her, but my heart also swelled for him. I started imaging us as a family as we spent more time together, at the park, at the zoo, and watching family movies. We were together more, and our phone calls were no longer cut short. It became obvious that he hadn’t wanted me to hear Charlie since he hadn’t told me about her, so everything was starting to make sense.

  “You’re getting too close, too fast,” Caroline warned. I didn’t want to hear her warnings. I was happy. I was finally happy.

  Working at the office with Dr. Jaxton was exciting. I learned a lot about cosmetic surgery, but I still yearned for a position in the emergency room.

  It had been an entire day without a word from Elijah, and I was beginning to get worried. I finally picked up the phone and called, but I didn’t get an answer.

  Twenty minutes later, a text came through. It was Elijah, apologizing for not answering.

  Charlie isn’t feeling well. I’m staying in tonight to take care of her. Talk to you tomorrow.

  It wasn’t that we had plans, but it felt like a brush off. He’d never been that short before. I’d grown really close to Charlie, and her to me. I felt a little rejected that he didn’t think I should be there to help. What if she was asking for me? I knew she had to be asking for me.

  I opened the fridge and stared at the empty box, craving something, but I didn’t know what. My stomach was in knots. I was upset, but trying really hard to remain clam, strong, and rational. It was his daughter, not mine. If that’s what he thought best, then I had to respect that, even if I didn’t like it.

  My phone rang, sending my heart into overdrive. I ran into the living room, picked up the phone to see Caroline’s face on my screen. “What are you doing tonight?” she asked.

  “Right now, staring into my fridge looking for food,” I laughed.

  “No plans with Dr. Feelgood?” she teased.

  “Nope. Charlie is sick tonight.”

  “Well, let’s have dinner, and maybe catch a movie,” she offered.

  “Perfect,” I agreed.

  We made plans to meet at our favorite Mexican restaurant so I could get a huge margarita. When I walked in, Caroline was already there, sitting at a booth in the back with a tall strawberry daiquiri in front of her.

  “I just ordered your drink,” she smiled.

  The waiter brought it and set it on the table in front of me. It was so tall I couldn’t see over it to Caroline.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  We both ordered quickly. We each had our favorite meals, and we never strayed from them. The waiter disappeared, and Caroline let out a sigh. “Girl, there’s been so much drama today, I just needed a drink,” she said.

  “Drama?” I asked, fearing that there was trouble in paradise.

  “Lucy, you remember her, right?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said, remembering her best friend from college.

  “Well, she just had a bad break-up. I mean, like super bad,” she said.

  Lucy seemed to always have drama follow her, and she never could keep a man, so none of this news surprised me. What did surprise me is what my sister continued to deal with her. She was exhausting.

  “What happened?” I asked enthusiastically. It wasn’t that I was really interested, but I knew Caroline needed to vent, so I’d listen. She listened to my drama all the time; the least I could do was return the favor.

  I sipped my margarita and ate chips while she told me about Lucy’s latest. “He was a doctor, a gynecologist if you can believe that,” she’d said rolling her eyes. “He was a single father, a widower, just like your Elijah,” she said, giving me that warning glare she loved to give me. “Apparently, he broke it off with her, and she was super upset. Well, come to find out, three other girls in her office were dating him and got dumped that same day,” she exclaimed.

  “Holy shit,” I said, taking a long sip of my drink.

  “So, he dumped them all at once?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Apparently he was moving on to round two of women I guess. The one girl’s friend was a doctor, and he knew Dr. Andrews pretty well, and he said that’s what he does,” she said.

  I pushed my drink aside. I was trying my best to absorb what she just said. Dr. Andrews. No way was it my Dr. Andrews.

  “What do you mean, that’s what he does?” I asked.

  “He has a circle of women. Then he trades them in, dumping them all, and starts gathering more, one by one,” she elaborated with details that I found more than a little disturbing.

  “Elijah’s name is Andrews,” I said softly, fighting back tears and trying to swallow the large lump in my throat.

  Her face went pale. “Oh my God! It’s your Elijah?” she asked.

  “It can’t be,” I argued.

  “Lucy said she met his daughter. She was super sweet, and he seemed to be the perfect father. I can call her if you want me to,” Caroline said, and then reached across the table to take my hand. I didn’t need consoling. It wasn’t the same Dr. Andrews. It couldn’t be.

  “Yes. Call her,” I insisted.

  The waiter brought our food, sitting in front of us and then quickly leaving. Caroline made the phone call, got Lucy on the phone, and started asking her questions.

  “So, his first name was Elijah, he lived in La Jolla, and his daughter’s name was Charlie?” she asked her friend as she repeated the details she’d been given. I felt sick. I wanted to puke.

  She listened to her for a few more minutes and then hung up the phone. “She said she started dating him a year ago. He was super attentive, she met his little girl, they got close, and then he became distant. She said the last six months, she has barely seen him, and the last two or three, not at all,” Caroline explained.

  I was fuming. I couldn’t sit there any longer. “I have to go,” I excused myself.

  Caroline followed me out of the restaurant. I was bent over next to my car puking. How could I’ve been so stupid?

  “Claire. I’m so sorry,” she said, rubbing my back as I coughed up the last of my margarita onto the asphalt.

  “You warned me.”

  “I thought I was wrong. Things had gone so well. I just didn’t want you moving too fast,” she said.

  “What do I do now?” I asked, sobbing as I wiped my mouth and my tears.

  “You need to tell him to take a fucking hike,” she insisted.

  “I work in his office. He got me the job,” I cried.

  “So, keep the job.”

  “I can’t see him every day. And, he got me the job as a favor. You know he’ll get rid of me.”

  “You don’t know that. Besides, you can always get another job,” Caroline assured me.

  “Yeah,
like another temp job, maybe this time in a factory?” I scoffed. “There’s no nursing jobs for someone fresh out of school, not without a higher degree,” I added.

  “Then go back to school,” Caroline said, brushing my hair from my face. “I’ll pay for it. You deserve it. Let me do this for you,” she said.

  I thanked her, gave her a hug, and then took off. I just needed to be alone. I had to sort all this out. It was way too much to absorb right now.

  Was this why he was so distant tonight? Was he working on woman number two, or possibly five?

  Chapter Nine

  It took everything I had not to drive over there and bust Elijah with another woman. The only thing that kept me from doing it was Charlie. If she was really sick, she didn’t need to be there for an argument. She didn’t need that, even if she wasn’t sick. For her sake, Elijah wouldn’t have to suffer the wrath of my anger that night. But he would, eventually.

  I fell asleep in a puddle of my own tears. When I woke, the tears immediately returned. I couldn’t turn them off. It was like a flood gate that had been opened. Caroline had called five times, all her voicemails saying she was worried about me, and needed me to call her.

  I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re okay,” her voice sounded frantic on the other end of my phone.

  “Yeah. I’m fine,” I said, doing well to fight back my tears.

  “Have you talked to him?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “Has he tried to call?” she asked.

  “No,” I replied, still working to keep my tears in check.

  “Well, don’t even answer him when he does,” she snarled. “Have you thought about what I said, about school?” she asked.

  I hadn’t really had time to think about it. All I could think about was how stupid I’d been. I’d fallen for this guy, not only him, but his kid, the idea of a family. My heart was breaking in two.

  “Not really,” I admitted.

  “You need to think about it, Claire. You have to do what’s best for you,” she added.