Sassy little thing. I was definitely stealing her away. She walked to the back as I filled out the tedious paperwork. Once I finished, Dr. Reeves appeared. “Max, it is good to see you again. We will begin momentarily. My receptionist Alex, here, is new, and her training is in progress. Which I have to do since my last one left so abruptly.” He seemed ticked about that, but I understood good help was hard to find. After seeing Dr. Reeves with the other receptionist, I was sure the girl had her reasons. My curiosity always got the better of me.
“What happened to the cute little blonde you had here?” My sweet Alexandria looked a little peeved at my observation of the previous receptionist. “She just called and quit. I have no idea why, but I needed a replacement right away, and Alex here has the necessary skills.”
I didn’t like the way the fucker called her Alex. It sounded like he was caressing her name. I noticed before that he was a little too close to the other receptionist. Dr. Reeves is a married man, and at the very least, he was flirting with the young ladies that worked for him. I never understood why the fuck a man who was going to be cheating would get married in the first place. If he laid a hand on my Alexandria, I would kick his ass.
“Miss Davis and I were just discussing the fact that she was new to the company, so no need to worry about making me wait. I understand.” I looked to see if she was uncomfortable with him near, but she was just typing the information I had filled out on the form into the computer. Just then the office phone rang, and my girl answered it.
“Dr. Reeves, it’s the police. They would like to have a word with you,” she said after she put the call on hold.
“Alex, I will take this in my office. Mr. McCain, please take a seat, and I will be right with you.” I was curious as to why the doctor had the police calling him and why he seemed to expect the call. When he entered his office and closed the door, I walked up to Alexandria.
“Do you know why the police are calling your boss?”
“Don’t worry, Max, sir. I think it has something to do with his car. It was stolen last night. He was on the phone with them this morning when I arrived.” I was glad that was all it was; I needed to get this done like yesterday.
It was ten minutes later when the doc came out of his office. “Mr. McCain, unfortunately I have to go down to the police station and will not be able to complete the procedure today.” My anger was starting to show, and the arrogant prick tried to appease me. “There are two options available. I have a colleague who can do the surgery, or we can reschedule for another day.”
I was pissed he acted like I was some normal customer. I came from one of the most distinguished families in the state. “Dr. Reeves, neither option is ideal. I am not having this done for cosmetic purposes. I need this done, and I am a busy man. I don’t have time to reschedule. What qualifications does your colleague have?”
“I am sorry, but they are insistent that I go down to the station to speak with them. My associate Dr. Phelps, who works here once a week, has been an Ophthalmologist for twenty years. His clientele are wealthy members of society. He prefers to spend time with his family, so he only works one day a week. I have called him, and he is on his way.”
“That will have to do. I have set up the time and cleared my schedule to accommodate the necessary time for recovery, but nothing more. I will have your colleague do the procedure because I need it done—today.” I was not happy at all about it. Since it allowed me to spend more time with Miss Davis, I would stay and meet with Dr. Phelps. If I didn’t like the fucker, I would cancel and reschedule, and my mom would just have to deal with it.
Once the doc left, I was alone with her and got to talk to the lovely Miss Davis before this Dr. Phelps would arrive. I was all smiles for her, and my bodyguard, Marcus, looked at me like I lost my mind. “So tell me… what did you major in?”
“I majored in Business Administration. I know being a receptionist is not a great start, but I needed the job. My scholarship money was almost out, and my rent is due.”
“Don’t you live with your boyfriend?” I asked, hoping it would be a no.
“No, I don’t. It’s too soon for anything that serious.”
I smiled with immense pleasure. “Well, good, because I am not giving up.” She was just about to say something when the door opened, and in walked a fucking pretty boy muscle head. I wanted her to ignore the fucker, but she was the receptionist, so she couldn’t.
“Trevor, what are you doing here!?” So this was the boyfriend, fucking chump. I was way better looking than him.
“I came to take you to lunch.” He gave me a look as if to say who the fuck are you? If he kept it up, I would show him.
“I can’t go right now. The doctor had to step out, and I am waiting for the other doctor to come.”
“This guy doesn’t look like he will steal anything. You can leave him alone for half an hour. I missed my girl.” He grabbed her hand, and I wanted to rip it out of his grasp. Marcus walked up to us. I guessed my anger was visible. My anger grew when I noticed the barely visible fresh hickey just below his collar. I didn’t want anyone else until I had her, and the thought of her so horny that she marked him, well, it just pissed me off.
“Actually, Alexandria and I were having a lovely conversation, and it would be bad for her to get fired in her first week for leaving the client unattended. So maybe another day, boy.”
“Dude, you don’t speak for my girl. I do.” Before I could deck the fucker, the other doctor walked in and up to Alexandria. This gentleman looked like the consummate professional and had a kind smile.
“Miss Davis, I am glad you could fill in so soon. Welcome aboard. Which is my next patient?”
“That would be Mr. Max McCain, here.” She pointed to me, and I wanted to go and bite her finger, then kiss it and make it better. Damn, the things I wanted to do to her.
“Hello, Mr. McCain. I am sorry that you have been waiting. I will just get everything prepared, then we can get started.” The doctor shook my hand and noticed the jackass to my right. He turned to him and added, “You, sir…I cannot take any more patients today. You will have to reschedule with Miss Davis.”
“Actually, I came to take my girl here to lunch, but she was not able to leave.”
“Yes, that is true. I will need her help with the procedure, so perhaps you can take her to dinner instead?”
“Sounds good, doc. Baby, I will see you later.” He kissed her right on her pretty little mouth. I wanted to deck the fuck. The doctor chuckled as he walked back to his office. So he thought that shit was funny… prick.
I was taken into the back room where it would be done. The doctor instructed Alexandria to get me relaxed and seated in the chair. Once that was done, he ordered her to lock the front door so there would be no disturbances.
“Mr. McCain, I know a pissing contest when I see one. While she is gone, I wanted to tell you that I don’t require her assistance, but I could tell you wanted him out of here without her leaving with him. I know the feeling. I was once in your shoes, so calm down there, young man. He looks like an ass anyway.”
I laughed a little. Okay, so I wasn’t the only one who thought he was a douche. “We met on Tuesday, and I was surprised to see her working here. Her boyfriend had to show up today. I think I’m being tortured. I don’t want the last image I have of her to be of them kissing.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but it won’t be.” he replied. The doctor called out into the hallway. “Miss Davis, can you come in here?”
“Sorry, sir. The phone was ringing, so I picked it up.” She rushed into the room looking anxious.
“Anything important?”
“No. Just someone needing to schedule a visit.”
“Okay, can you place the vest on Mr. McCain here? I want you to get some experience with the processes.” He winked at me the minute her back was turned. I liked him a lot. Now if he got my eyes working great, I might have to send him a present.
“Okay,
” she said warily, as though she was afraid to come near. She laid it on my chest, and I felt her hands touch my shoulders. I looked directly in her eyes. “Alexandria, you are beautiful, and I want you to know that my eyesight isn’t that bad. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen now, and will be after. By the way, that blush is so hot.”
It made her redder, and I smiled as she smacked my shoulder and said, “We’ll see.”
She left the room as the procedure began, and it wasn’t half an hour before I was sitting up and it was all done.
My vision was already better. “Tell me, Max, how is your vision?”
“It has improved immensely. I need to see her.”
“Ha. I assure you she is still beautiful, but you will need to wear your glasses for the next few days because you will have moments where your vision will blur.”
“Thanks. Now, can I see her?” We walked to the front, and there was my pretty girl. Damn, she was better looking than I expected. It was like looking at an HD version of a classic. I thought she was beautiful before the surgery, but now she was a goddess. I didn’t think one night was going to be enough.
“Max, how are you feeling?” She looked up at me with those amazing hazel eyes that shined brightly, and I wanted to stare at them for hours. I was a goner.
“I feel well, and my vision has improved greatly. By the way, you are ten times more beautiful than I thought you were before the improvement to my eyesight. When you get rid of the loser boyfriend, give me a call, and Alexandria, do it soon.” I handed her my card. She already had my information; I just needed an excuse to caress her hand. Marcus met me with my glasses; I put them on and turned to her. Her jaw dropped, and all my self-consciousness kicked in and I took them off.
“Why did you take them off? You look hot with the glasses on,” she said in frustration.
I smiled at her. “You like them, baby? If you think I look hot, I’d wear them just for you.”
She blushed. “I said that out loud?” she murmured as the color ran from her face.
“Alexandria, you are welcome to tell me how you feel all the time because, gorgeous, I want to know,” I said as I reached over and caressed her face, running my index finger along her jaw. She shivered, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until she was mine.
I walked out the door without looking back. There was no way in hell I was going to leave if I looked at her again. I didn’t really know why I had to leave. I had nowhere pressing to be, but she had a boyfriend, and I still had some sense of morality. Well—barely. If she didn’t ditch him soon, all bets were off.
I called my mother when I got home and told her that I was nearly a hundred percent. The woman was ecstatic and would be over later today. My parents wanted to celebrate my vision returning back to normal. It had been ten years of blurred sight, some days worse than others.
The loss of vision had been the worst when it came to fucking. I was a teenager and just a sophomore in college when I was injured. At that time, I had been fucking like a rabbit. No real skill yet, but I was learning. I was doing this cheerleader at the time. She was hot, but a total bitch. I guessed that was how most of the hot chicks acted. After my recovery, she and I went at it in her dorm. When I couldn’t make out her face, I ended up trying to make out with her nose. It was completely embarrassing. I played it off as just wanting to bite her playfully, but she noticed something was off. She told me I was freaking her out with the way I was looking at her. She said my expression had turned her off. Needless to say, I lost my erection and had started building those walls I thought no one could break.
I went to the doctor the next day and was told that being hit in the head had damaged my sight. My parents were afraid that I would lose my sight completely. I was told that if I used my glasses that the problem may correct itself. The problem was that wearing glasses caused another problem. I looked like a dork, and the bitch had the nerve to tell me that when we sat down at our usual table at lunch with all our friends. I got up and walked away. She called me for a week, but I didn’t have time for the bitch.
When I finally got so horny that I couldn’t take it anymore, I called her up and told her to meet me. I took her behind an old abandoned barn and tried to fuck her with the glasses on, but she wasn’t having it. She took them off my face, but then I remembered what she said the last I saw her, and it killed my mood. So, I turned her ass around and fucked her up against the wall, then on her knees, and left her to find her own way home after throwing down some bills, letting her know what I thought of her.
Since then, every broad I fucked took it from behind. My modus operandi was as follows: there were no special kisses, no eating the bitch out. Nope, I fucked you hard and fast with my eleven-inch cock and pinched your clit until you exploded. Then I came, got dressed, and walked out. I was done with them.
Fuck, now glasses were in. Well, fuck that—there was only one woman I wanted, and she would be the only one I would wear them for. Strange how one incident can change your whole outlook on life, and here it was happening to me—again.
I met my parents out for dinner. Now that my eyesight was better, I was happy. I enjoyed the dinner and the conversation, until I ran into a woman I fucked several or more months back. I really couldn’t remember, to me they were all interchangeable. Now, I knew my eyesight wasn’t great, but shit, I didn’t know it was that bad. She wore too much makeup, and it didn’t help her at all.
“Max, it is so good to see you again. Since when do you wear glasses?”
Shit. I had forgotten I was still wearing them after showing them to my parents. “Angela, I am having dinner with my parents, and my glasses are temporary.”
“It’s Monica. God if you weren’t such a good fuck, I would be really pissed.” She brushed her lips against my ear and whispered, “Keep the glasses on next time. Yummy.”
Damn, the bitch was drunk. I could smell the liquor coming out of her pores. I was fucking pissed. She couldn’t have whispered the other shit in my ear? No, she had to say that shit for my parents to hear. I knew that they knew I was no saint, but I never introduced them to any of the hit-it and quit-its.
“Thank you, but no thank you. Now that you have shown my parents you have no class, please get away from my table,” I growled out.
I turned back to my parents as she huffed away. “Mother, I am sorry about that. Damn crazy broad.”
“Well, now that your vision is corrected, maybe you could choose someone who is not a total whore to be the mother of my grandchildren. I am not getting any younger here, and neither are you.” My dad rolled his eyes at me.
“I am still young. I’m only twenty-nine. Mother, they all know the score, like that broad that just walked away. When I find the one and have my hooks into her, you will know.” I took a drink of my wine and sat back against my chair.
“Harlan, do you hear your son? You sound just like they play you out to be in the tabloids. Max, I thought I taught you better than that.”
“Mother, I am not as bad as they make me out to be. In fact, most of the stuff they print about me is bull. One evening out with a friend in L.A., and suddenly I am splashed all over the headlines. I wasn’t even with anyone when I was visiting Liam.”
“I am sorry, son, but it doesn’t look very good to a good woman when you have a trail of trash following you, even by accident.” She tilted her head to Monica sitting at her table with her latest lover. Damn it, I kept most of my “holes” out of my neck of the woods. I called them that because that’s all they were to me, just a hole to stick my cock in and get off. I know that makes me sound like a piece of shit, but fuck it—they knew what they were getting. There was never any promises. Hell, I didn’t even promise they would get to come. I just fucked it out of them. I guessed I was just good like that.
By the time I got home, I had the biggest headache. My mom talked my ear off about settling down. I didn’t want to tell her that I had potentially found the one until I had done a little background
check on my beauty. I just wanted to know what I was up against, like—was she in love with that fuck? What were her favorite things to do? I didn’t want to go in unprepared. The feeling she created on the highway that day had my mind and body craving more.
It wasn’t until Wednesday morning that I got anywhere in my quest to learn about her. The report read like an open book into the life of Alexandria Davis.
Chapter 3—Max
As I read her file, I was intrigued. The more and more I learned about the pretty Miss Davis, the more I wanted to make her mine. I didn’t mean for just one night. I meant for all nights until I had no more nights left. She was going to be the one.
She was an only child and had come from a middle-class family on the South Side of Chicago. She had gone to public school, followed by college at the University of North Texas. What amazed me was that she had gotten in on a full ride. So she was a brain; I liked that. That would work just fine. She hadn’t had many boyfriends over the years. That was another plus, granted I didn’t expect her to be pure, but I didn’t want her to be a pro. The mother of my children should have some respect for herself. Just the thought of her sleeping with her boyfriend made me fucking ticked off.
What had made me madder was that I hadn’t heard from her yet. I had been waiting nearly a week since I told her to call me when she dumped the loser, but nothing. My intercom went off. “Sir, there is a Mr. Douglas here to see you.” Oh shit, I forgot about my next meeting. I had spent the last hour going through her file. “Please, Patricia, send him in.”
My meeting seemed to last forever. I had heard enough of the man’s proposal and told him I would review it. I rose from my desk, a signal of course that it was time for him to go, and like a good boy, he followed suit. I didn’t have time for anything else when I had Alexandria on my mind.
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