Falling For The Doctor (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) (6 page)

CHAPTER TEN

“Okay my house is not in the best shape,” David said for the umpteenth time, his hand on the door knob in front of his house.

“Just open the damn door, Knight. We are already here,” Sherina said smiling up at him. He had shown up at her house with a smile, and a bouquet of flowers and invited her out to dinner.

She had been so mad at him she almost said no. Dinner turned out to be located at his house and she was so happy that he had apparently taken her seriously.

With a heavy sigh, he shoved open the door and Sherina gasped; the man had to be rich. His home was a model of perfection with expensive-looking antique furniture. A thick cashmere rug graced the hallway and the walls of his living room were adorned with paintings which looked original to her untrained eye.

When she saw the dining room, she couldn’t hold back again.  “Oh my God, you are rich!”

“Er, is that bad?”

“Well, I’m not sure how I feel about dating a rich guy. Why couldn’t you just be a normal doctor with normal wages?”

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms for a long, drugging kiss. “You are something else! Most women would be pleased.”

“I’m not most women,” Sherina objected.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, releasing her as he went to set the table.

Sherina’s hot chocolate eyes warmed with pleasure as she helped him set the table; the more time she spent with David, the harder she fell for him.

Dinner was a romantic and fun affair with David playfully feeding her off his plate. They cleared away the dishes together, sharing the chores and laughter.

Then he turned to her with heat in his eyes, “I don’t know how you do it. Sometimes you drive me out of my mind without even trying.”

“You do the same thing to me hotshot,” she purred, cupping his cheek in her palm.

“I need you. I need to feel you,” he breathed, leaning down and melding his lips with hers in a long drugging kiss.

“Easy tiger. I’m going to have a shower first and you should do the same too. I mean dinner was awesome but you do have that faint scent of onions clinging to you,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him.

“No I don’t,” David said automatically sniffing his clothes.

“Yeah you do. It’s like coming out of your pores. In fact, I believe Mrs. Peterson can smell it all the way from 4c!”

“I’ll show you smell,” he threatened, setting her into gales of laughter as he chased her up the stairs and into the Master’s bedroom.

Sherina whooped with laughter as David caught her up in his arms, nuzzling her neck as he pretended to suffocate her by stuffing her head under his armpit.

“Ewww the stench!” she laughed.

He laughed with her, tousling with her even as he noted with surprise that she had amazing body upper–body strength.

He tumbled her onto the bed and rolled her beneath him as he straddled her thighs with his knees on either side effectively immobilizing her legs. Then he started to tickle her, sending her into helpless gales of laughter as she cried and begged for mercy.

“Say it,” he demanded, tickling her mercilessly.

“Uncle!” she screamed at once.

“Nope! Say it!”

The tickling continues mercilessly, finding all her spots.

“Alright, alright. You don’t have an odor. I take it back! I take it back! Please!”

He relaxed, and slowly withdrew his hands from her watching her warily because her eyes were still alive with mischief.

“I swear I got nothing more. I’m winded.”

David grunted disbelievingly, but gently slid off of her, watching her like a hawk.

“Besides, I think you wrenched my ankle a little,” she said gently massaging her left ankle with one hand, wincing as she did so.

David was immediately all concern as he leaned over her to examine the ankle. He noticed the mischief gleaming in her lively brown eyes a second too late; Sherina seized the opportunity to grab his arm and pinch as hard as she could.

He yelped and wrenched his arm away. Before he could even retaliate by pinning her down for another round of tickling, she had fled into the bathroom shutting it behind her and whooping crazily with laughter.

“Stench,” she shouted through the door and he shook his head, laughing at her antics. The woman was a nightmare; a delightful nightmare he decided as he went into the guest bathroom for his own shower.

In the Master’s bathroom, Sherina hummed happily to herself as she rinsed the soap off her body. She didn’t know why she had ever let Deb’s suspicions get to her. David’s house was as normal as possible and he wasn’t hiding a thing!

She turned off the shower and traipsed into the bedroom, reveling in the sweet scent of her newly-showered body. She hummed to herself some more, unconsciously tap-dancing her way to his closet. She opened it, still humming as she searched for a tee-shirt to wear. His wardrobe emphasized what she had thought; there was no evidence of a woman anywhere. All the clothes were completely masculine and definitely David’s.

She picked an old Duke University tee-shirt and tugged it on, smiling as she imagined his expression when he walked in and found her wearing nothing but a smile and his tee-shirt which was so old it was almost threadbare and transparent.

Idly, Sherina reclined onto the bed, supporting her head on one elbow as she watched the door expectantly. Her gaze wandered around the room as the minutes ticked away and a sparkle of light on the dresser caught her eyes.

Curious, she went to inspect the source of the light and her breath caught in her throat; it was a ring. It had to be the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It was yellow diamond cast in an exquisitely wonderful setting of pure, crystal clear diamond stones.

Oh my God, was David going to propose, she wondered feverishly. As she admired the ring, her eyes drifted to the sheet of paper it had been resting upon and her world stopped. The ring was not for her at all.

According to the very formal, very official document there was a Mrs. Knight. David was married!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sherina moaned, a raw keening sound of distress as she folded in on herself. David was married?

Oh God! Oh God! She had been a raving fool; a blithering idiot, and an imbecile. Her subconscious had screamed that David was too good to be true and her subconscious had been right, but she just hadn’t listened.

Faint sounds of pans rattling emitted from the kitchen and her eyes rounded with panic as she realized that she couldn’t face him! If she had to take one more look at his cheating, lying face she was almost afraid she would rip it into shreds with a knife; she was so angry!

Hastily, she ducked about the room gathering up her jacket, lingerie and shoes into an ignominious heap. Inspiration struck and she hurried into the bathroom to turn on the shower; making him think she was in the shower was a genius was to buy more time. She tugged on her pants beneath the threadbare Duke shirt and then barefoot, she padded silently down the stairs, past the living room and straight out the front door. Once she had cleared the door, she ran for all she was worth about a yard up from his door before stopping to hunt for a taxi.

Her pain was so intense it was actually physical as tears coursed down her smooth cheeks in rivulets all the way home.

At his house, David smiled to himself as he padded up the stairs imagining Sherina’s face as he pictured surprising her with his treat; strawberries and whipped cream. The was hot chocolate on the side and of course some bits of cake.

“I swear that woman has the worst sweet tooth of anyone I have ever met,” he chuckled to himself.

He entered his room, surprised to find it empty still. He could hear the shower running though and he grinned to himself as he recalled she sometimes liked to linger in the bathroom.

He set down his treats beside the bed and sat down to wait. Soon, the silence coupled with the long day began to get to him and he lay down still waiting for Sherina unaware that his eyes were drifting shut.

Hours later, David woke up with a start, his body craving Sherina’s soft, warm one. He looked around, he was alone in the room and the shower was still running.

Raw panic clawed through him as he pictured the worst scenarios. He dashed into the bathroom, drawing up short as he found it empty. He backtracked into the room and looked around carefully again. This time he noticed she had not left a stitch of clothing behind.

His heart constricted in his chest as realization hi
t
Sherina left him.

***

“You have been a wreck these past few days. Are you sure you are alright?” Deb asked, concerning darkening her green eyes as she stared across the table at her friend.

Sherina bit her lip worrying at the soft bit of flesh which was already sore form so much biting. “I need to just rest is all.”

“Sher, you can’t get much past me you know? You are all skin and bones! You have lost so much weight in just five days and you jump every time the doorbell rings. What is going on? Are you in trouble?”

Yeah, trouble was right, Sherina thought humorlessly. She was in trouble alright. Five days and she still could not get that cheating bastard off her mind. Her hands curled into a fist as she recalled the bold beautiful scrawl of his signature on that marriage certificate. She had seen him sign enough prescriptions to recognize that signature anywhere! She bit down on her lip so hard this time that she drew blood.

“Oh God, you hurt yourself,” Deb shouted grabbing a bit of Kleenex and dabbing it gently against Sherina’s lips. “Please tell me what’s wrong. You’re starting to scare me. Is it me? Did I do something?”

“Oh no, Deb, you’ve been wonderful,” Sherina assured her, patting her arm.

“Then?” Deb persisted, cocking her head to the side.

“It’s David. He’s married.”

“No. No.”

Deb read the unhappy truth in her friend’s expression and anger and sorrow warred inside her as she took Sherina in her arms and let her sob her heart out.

***

David came over  later that night; it was a cool Deb that informed him in an even frostier tone that Sherina was ‘unavailable’. She banged the door in his face and for good measure, called in a locksmith the next day and changed all the locks, effectively shutting him out.

All through the next day, the phone rang incessantly as David tried desperately to reach Sherina. Deb bore the incessant ringing for as long as she could then she grabbed the phone and flung it against the wall, causing it to shatter into a million little pieces.

Sherina looked up at her in surprise and she shrugged, “We have to get a new phone.”

Sherina cracked a smile, the effort stretching her face since she had not smiled in so long.

“Sherina,” Deb said sinking onto the cushion beside her. “I think you need a break. A vacation sort of.”

“Take one by all means. I’m fine right here.”

“David isn’t going to stay away. He’s going to keep coming after you and you need to face him. Just hiding away isn’t good enough. You need to recover, you need a vacation.”

“What about Andre?”

“What about him? I think he may be taking me for granted just a little bit. I also need time away from him.”

Sherina chewed on her lip some more, her thoughts jumbled as she considered Deb’s idea. As though on cue, yet another knock sounded on the door, causing both women to jump.

“Sherina open up, it’s David,” the voice from the other side of the door, sounding slurred as though he had been drinking.

“Is he drunk?” Sherina whispered to Deb her eyes automatically filling with tears at the sound of his voice.

The sight of her friend’s distress was too much for Deb and she stalked to the door. The moment it opened, she yelled, “Stay the hell away from her Knight! You’ve done enough. She doesn’t want to see you.”

She banged the door shut in David’s face and stalked back inside to comfort her weeping friend. On the other side of the door, David rested his head weakly against the door frame; Sherina
was
avoiding him he realized. He just didn’t know why.

The next morning, Sherina and Deb set off for Vienna for three weeks.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Ms. Jones? You have a visitor,” the new receptionist said chirpily.

“Okay. Show them in,” Sherina replied absently. She had only just returned from her trip to Vienna with Deb and while she had a blast, she was glad to be back in New York. Deb had flirted outrageously with the natives whilst Sherina had taken long strolls and just enjoyed the night life all the while aware of the pit of despair in her stomach that wasn’t going away.

She missed David, much as she hated to admit it to herself, she missed him terribly. But his betrayal was just as bad as Darren’s and she could never forgive him because she had loved him more than she had ever loved anyone alive.

The door opened then and she gasped. The person at the door was David, just as though he had materialized from her thoughts. Except, he didn’t look so much like his usual self. His face was gaunt and pale, his clothes hung loosely about him as though he had lost weight; and he had. He had lost several pounds, she thought. His hair was in disarray around his head; his clothes were wrinkled and his eyes were bloodshot as though he had been drinking.

She rose to her feet, her hands trembling so much that she had to hide them behind her back. Seeing him was affecting her more than it should, she thought raising her chin defiantly.

“I’m surprised they let you past security, looking the way you do,” she said frigidly tamping down on her emotions.

His eyes lifted dully to hers, their expression so confused that for a second she was almost afraid he had lost his mind.

“Sherina,” he breathed coming around her desk and standing a hair’s breadth away from her.

Sherina braced herself for the onslaught of the stench of beer but he didn’t smell like he had been drinking. For all he looked like some hobo, he smelled clean enough.

“What happened? Why did you walk away from me?” he asked.

“Gee, what do you need me for? Mrs. Knight not doing enough?” she asked sarcastically.

“Mrs. Knight? What are you...”

“Don’t lie to me,” she interrupted with barely restrained violence.

“What do you mean?”

“You are married! I found the papers and the big honking ring you got her! What was I to you? A holiday fling?” she screamed.

Sorrow flickered in his eyes as he looked at her and she read the truth in his eyes; he
was
married. For some stupid reason, a part of her had held onto the insane belief that there was an explanation for those papers; that he had had a real excuse. Anger closed up her throat. When had she become some pathetic excuse for a woman hoping some man had some excuse for lying to her?

Hate, pure and undiluted rose in her like a beast and she glared at him.

David shook his head, his heart squeezing at the expression in her eyes. “No. I was not married when I met you, not really.”

“Yeah I got that,” she snapped sarcastically. “You made me the other woman! You used me to cheat on your wife!”

“Listen to me,” he yelled, grabbing her shoulders in frustration.

“Take your fucking hands off me!”

“We separated a year ago Sherina, long before I met you. We were only proceeding with the divorce when we met. I swear, that’s the truth.”

“Well guess what? I don’t believe you,” she shot back heatedly.

David shut his eyes as though praying for patience and it infuriated Sherina all the more. “Sherina I have never lied to you. I didn’t tell you about Miranda yes, but only because there was nothing to tell! We were already separated; in fact the divorce is final now.”

She glared silently at him.

“Is this why you left? I have been to hell and back in the one month since you left me but even that is nothing compared to how you wound me now with your reluctance to believe I’m telling you the truth right now,” he said.

“Whatever you say David,” Sherina said, stepping around him and heading for the couch beside the tea table in her office.

David followed her.

“Sherina would you like to speak with my attorney? The divorce is complete; I swear. You were never the other woman; you are the only woman for me and I love you as I have never loved anyone.”

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes flew to his, assessing.

“I love you Legs, and I’m sorry I hurt you. I never meant to; I could never want to hurt you,” he whispered.

Sherina’s eyes filled with tears as she read the truth in his gaze. Somehow, this strong, self-assured man had given his heart to her; he loved her and he was always hers.

“I love you too,” she responded, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she said the words she had been choking back for months.

With a groan, David grabbed her and hauled her into his arms for a bruising, desperate kiss into which he poured all the love flowing in his veins.

***

Sherina grinned up at David as he came down on top of her in her bedroom hours later. He looked a little more like his old self and she marveled at the difference a few hours could make. He was still slim as ever but his eyes were alive and bright with their usual smoldering intensity. He had lost that ravaged, confused look he had this morning.

David took her lips in a wild, turbulent kiss that curled every last one of her toes. Then slowly, he lowered his lips to her neck and began to lightly kiss the exposed expanse of skin at her throat. Sherina moved restlessly against him, urging him on with her cries of pleasure. His lips moved from her neck, trailed a sensitive spot on her collarbone, and then lowered to her breasts, kissing, licking and suckling every inch of skin.

Sherina arched against him her hands slowly trailing over and caressing every inch of him. He groaned and captured her hands, raising them above her head. His lips feasted on her breasts as his hand trailed gently down to the juncture of her thighs. His lips followed his hands down her body and trailed down to her vagina, opening hotly over her soft clitoris.

The sensation was so hot and unexpected that she almost came right then and there. Sherina began to roll her hips in circles, helpless to control the motion as David’s lips sucked her clitoris. As he sucked, he dipped one long finger into her and immediately, her vaginal muscles clamped down eagerly onto the intruding finger and began to clench. Sherina moaned an encouragement and he sucked her even harder as more wetness pooled between her dripping folds, the tension gathering in the pit of her stomach.

Sensing that she was about climaxing, David pulled his finger out of her immediately and replaced it with the broad head of his penis which he deliberately thrust in inch by agonizing inch, ignoring her orders to go faster. Before he got fully to the hilt, Sherina was screaming, bucking and cumming, clenching and unclenching around his dick.

David stalled, enjoying the tight sensation as she gripped him. Then when she had finished, he resumed his thrusts, changing the angle so unexpectedly that she tensed around him again. Sherina moaned, helpless to control his thrusts or her reaction as he continued to drive her inexorably towards fulfillment again.

Fine tremors shook her from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet leaving her sated, spent and weak as a rag doll. David stilled, watching her as different expressions chased across of her face in the thrall of her pleasure. When she was finally sated, he resumed pounding, his face thrown back in pleasure, his teeth gritted. An intense shudder shook his powerful frame and he continued to slam into her deliciously, his hands tightening on her slim supple thighs. Soon, he was screaming her name as he came powerfully; pouring his seed into her tight, wet, willing passage until he was drained completely.

Silence reigned as David collapsed onto the bed beside her; a silence broken only by the sounds of their panting breaths.

“Are you alright?” Sherina asked, leaning up on an elbow to stare into his dark, slumberous eyes, all her love for him shining through her eyes.

His gaze held hers, searching and intense. Something flickered in his eyes like a hint of uncertainty but it was gone before she could tell what it was.

“Well?” she asked, her tensing automatically as she searched his eyes for what he was holding back. Suddenly, she knew exactly what he was going to say and all her body tingled with expectation.

“Will you marry me Legs?” he asked tenderly.

Her smile broke across her face, warm as the sun breaking through the crowds. “Yes! Yes!”

She laughed and leaned down to kiss him, their mouths finding each other as passion swelled anew.

The front door shut with a loud bang just then and Deb’s voice rang clear through the entire house, “You are the worst Frenchman alive. Damn you to perdition!”

Her own bedroom door banged shut for good measure and Sherina sighed as she collapsed against David.

“Deb and Andre have been having some problems lately.”

“You don’t say,” he said, laughing with her. “They are both so temperamental. Should make for an interesting courtship.”

As their eyes met, Sherina felt the last of her reservations melt away; he was hers forever.

A little unsteadily, her heart thumping with love, Sherina met his lips with a kiss that promised forever. He was hers and he was perfect!

The end

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