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MADELINE
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Well, it seems like the date did not go well with my sister and her Dr. Pratt. She came sulking back with a scowl on her face, not even two hours after she left. Looks like the doctor didn’t have what it takes to cure my sister of her ailment. Little does he know that he just has to remove the stick from her ass and insert another into a different opening. Okay, that’s rude of me, but it’s true. She always had some weird issues when it came to boys.
She walked right past me, not even acknowledging my presence, again. I thought a doggie bag was at least warranted in this situation. I didn’t even get that. No, the door slammed—she entered the apartment empty-handed—then stormed straight to her bedroom, giving me an irritated huff on her way.
Okay, I sense she might need her space. Sucks for her, as she has to work with that dick on the regular. I could try to retaliate against him, you know, for my sister, but what good will that do? I’ll just let it be for now. If anything else comes of it, then I may need to intervene.
An hour later, I am bored out of my mind. I have watched everything there is worth watching on Netflix. All there is left are documentaries and foreign films; no thank you. I don’t do subtitles or true crime.
Mallory hasn’t made a sound. Maybe she needs someone to talk to? She never has any friends over. The girl must be lonely.
Trying her doorknob, I find it unlocked and quietly slip into her room. She is sound asleep. I kneel by her bed and wait for her to notice me, but she does not wake. Her pillow is wet under her head, showing me she cried herself to sleep.
Okay, we may not be close, but this does it. No one is going to make my sister cry herself to sleep. She may be an idiot, but she is also the nicest person to everyone around her.
Pulling her phone off its charging stand, I slip it into my back pocket and exit the room just as quietly as I entered it. There aren’t any texts between them since their date ended. Not even I had fun, or I’m so sorry. Because the asshole must need to be sorry for something. No woman will cry for nothing. Well, unless it’s that time of the month. Which I don’t think it is for Mal. Of course, this is my sister I’m talking about. Chances are, the doctor doesn’t even know anything is amiss.
For now, it looks like I have the night to myself once again. Oh, what will I do? I know! How about I go pay that doctor a visit? This is bad. This is very, very bad. Oh well, too late now. I am already on my way.
With my sister’s cell phone in hand, I send a text to this Dr. Pratt guy.
I feel bad about how we left things and would like to make it up to you. What is your address?
Honestly, I have no idea how they left things, but judging by my sister’s arrival tonight, it couldn’t have been good.
He texts back almost immediately with his address. He is either eager or feels guilty of something.
None of that matters to me as I pull the address up on GPS. This guy is only an eight-minute walk away. Does my sister know this? I didn’t think about her knowing where he lives before asking for the address. Too late for that thought. He didn’t question it, so I guess not.
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Will he wonder why I am not wearing the same clothes I was in earlier? No, enough time has passed. My sister was all dolled up. Even though she looked like she was attending a funeral, minus the all-black, still, it was a stupid dress. In some way, I guess she was. The funeral of her dating life! Surely no one stays in a dress if they don’t need to. Seven minutes into my walk, I come to a gated entry that requires a code. I text Dr. Pratt.
What’s the code to get in?
He responds immediately. #5432. You’re here already?
I enter the code just as a car pulls up behind me. I don’t know if they live here, but if they don’t, they are getting a free pass in tonight. The gate creaks as it swings outward. I wave to the car, letting them know they have the all-clear. Walking in, I look down at the GPS, just a few houses to the left and I will be there. What is the plan again?
When I finally look up, my eyes widen. Holy shit! These houses are massive. I didn’t even know they were back here; beauty hidden behind over-crowded desperation. That’s probably how rich people want it—to stay hidden—remain veiled from the rest of the world.
Stopping when the little digital dot tells me I have arrived at my destination. I have to do a double take. Is this right? A two-story mansion sits in front of me. Solar lights lead my way up the front walk. Beige stucco and pale brick spread out over a large lot. Dark windows tell me nothing of what waits inside.
The front door opens before I can reach it. A man, who I assume is Dr. Pratt, stands in the entryway waiting for me. Getting closer, his features come into view. He is wearing loose-fitting pajama pants and a white tee. The porch light hits him just right. I can see the worry on his face.
“Hello, Dr. Pratt,” I say with a smile.
His head shakes slightly as he looks me up and down. “Mallory. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Kent? I don’t call you Nurse Mallory, do I?”
“Are you mad? Am I in trouble? How will you punish me for this slip-up?”
His eyes darken, then dart around the street. “Get in here.” He pulls me by the arm, tugging me into the house and closing the door behind us. “Did you walk here?”
“I did. Is that going to be a problem as well?”
“No, I just didn’t realize you lived so close.” He stops to think for a second, then adds, “You do live close, right? You didn’t follow me home and have been out there stalking me for the last two hours, have you?”
I laugh and try to make it sound annoying, like my sister. “Yes, very close. Interesting, isn’t it?” Does he really think he is fascinating enough to stalk?
“Very interesting. So, what made you change your mind?” he asks.
“Change my mind about what?” I respond while taking a few steps into the house and looking around.
“Change your mind about me, about us. The shift was pretty obvious at dinner. I knew the moment you had lost interest. I apologize if I said or did something wrong. Perhaps I just got a little too comfortable and forgot it was a first date.”
Since I do not have a clue what he is talking about, I decide to change the subject. “There is no way you live here all by yourself. Where are you hiding your secret family?”
He chuckles but doesn’t seem at all amused. “No family, secret or otherwise. I have already told you about that. Real estate is a solid investment. At least, that’s what my financial advisor told me. It is way more house than I need or even want, but according to the plan, I can turn around and sell it for twice what I paid in less than two years from now. I’ll probably spend more than that on cleaning services over the next two years. Guess no one thought of that part.”
“Hmm, interesting,” I remark.
“What is so interesting?” he asks.
“You, not cleaning up after yourself.” I don’t give him a chance to respond. “Are you going to show me around, or what?”
“Sure. Right this way.” He leads me into the kitchen and starts pointing out obvious appliances. The chemistry pulsating between us is getting a little distracting. Does he feel this, too?
It’s close to midnight now. I assume he does not have to work tomorrow, just like my sister. We have all night. Seeing him under the bright kitchen lights makes me look a little further. He has some gray hair peeking out around his ears and several laugh lines and wrinkles around his eyes. How old is this guy? I note his teeth are almost too perfect. That must be a bonus for my sister, that and all the money he has. I don’t know what he did to turn her off, but whatever it was would not break the deal in my book. This guy has it all.
“As beautiful as your kitchen is, if you have seen one, you have seen them all. Where is your bedroom?” I came here with every intention of seeking revenge for whatever it was he did to my sister. My plan was to be a complete dick—to make him feel like shit—but now I just want his dick. That might be the best revenge of all. I fuck his brains out, then Mal ignores him. He will forever wonder what went wrong. Oh, yeah, this plan sounds even better.
“Oh, okay. Right this way.” I saw that swallow. He feels it, too.
Dr. Kent Pratt ushers me through a large yet minimalistic living area—there isn’t even a television—then down a hall. The door at the end of the hall is open, so I step right in.
“Well, this is pretty basic compared to the rest of the house,” I say sarcastically.
A bed that appears much larger than any king bed I have ever seen sits in the middle of the room. Blackened wood beams reach to the ceiling from each of its four corners. He and my sister have the clutter-free life in common.
“I know. It’s basic. Not my idea. This is all from the mind of my decorator. Trust me, if I had any say, no woman would want to be in here, as it would be full of Star Wars posters and shelves stacked with action figures. Those are all in storage, just so you know. I probably should have left that last part out.”
“You’re a Star Wars fan? I thought doctors never had time to enjoy anything outside of work. When do you have time to indulge in other galaxies?”
He laughs. This time it is real. “Oh, I make time for Star Wars. Didn’t you know? All of us doctors are nerds. Are you a fan?”
I nod, because it is one thing I truly enjoy. Wow, this just took a turn. Before knowing this bit of information, I would have pegged him as someone who added ‘LOL’ after a condescending message. I might need to rethink my entire opinion of him.
“Are you rebel or empire?” I ask. Here is where I know where we stand.
He sucks a deep breath in through his nose, then stares at the ground for a moment before looking me in the eye. “After tonight’s dinner, I probably shouldn’t be so honest with you, but this is something I never play lightly with. Empire.” he holds up a hand. “I’ll tell you why. I’m sorry if you choose to dress up as the Slave Leia at Comic-Con, but I have my reasons.”
“Stop. You do not need to give me any explanation. I have never even thought about dressing as Princess Leia in any form. My go-to has always been Arihnda Pryce. Of course, in recent days, I have been trying to accumulate pieces to make a Captain Phasma costume. I am also a huge Game of Thrones fan, so she won me over right away.”
I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His breath becomes deeper, louder, wanting.
“How did I not know this about you?” He moves in. I am ready for it, but as his words register, I feel like I’ve fucked up. Oh, shit! My sister could never even sit through a Star Wars movie. We are so completely different when it comes to interest. Now he is going to think that Mal likes sci-fi. She doesn’t, oh, how she does not.
No turning back now. He is coming in for a kiss. I could back out, but do I want to? Does Madeline want to back away from this guy? Because he surely was not a compatible match for my sister, but he might just be my soul mate.
His eyes close. I keep mine open. His lips touch mine. Sparks. I have never felt sparks before.
I open for him. His tongue slowly laps into my mouth. Soft. It’s nice, I like this. The light taste of mint toothpaste blends with his masculine scent. A delicate moan escapes my lips, one I didn’t know was coming. This causes him to move in closer, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his frame. I fit perfectly.
I have no control over this situation. One second we are standing—kissing—the next my back is flat against his soft mattress. Kent is on top of me. He pulls away, unsure of what to do next. He is feeling the same way I am. I can help in this department. Move, Mad!
I frantically reach down and start unbuckling my belt. He sees this and begins releasing the buttons from my jeans. We must look like fumbling teenagers at this point.
“Are we safe?” he asks once both of us are naked and ready.
What a buzzkill. Although, it is a good question. Is he safe with me, Madeline? No, not at all. Mallory is a different factor altogether. Shit, he thinks I am Mallory.
“Always best to be safe,” I say, trying to make it sound like something my overly careful sister would suggest.
He leaves me cold and bare on the bed for far too long. Where did he go, the store? I don’t have to wait too long as he returns within a few minutes with a foil packet in his hand.
This is actually happening. I am about to sleep with the guy my sister is interested in, or at least was interested in. Paul doesn’t count. My sister sees that guy as a parasite. Kent, on the other hand, has potential. Right now, I can only think about him potentially filling me up.
Why, oh why, is this my life? Fuck it, let’s do this!
“Are you good?” he asks. “Do you want this?” Such a gentleman.
“Yes, please. I need you in me now.”
He enters me slowly at first. His dick is rock hard and thick. Oh, hell, this is good. Kent starts to pound into me harder. My body reacts and our rhythm links up. His thrusts become deeper and deeper every time he moves into me. My entire center is being filled and still begging for more. More is what he gives, time and time again.
Without prompt, I am flipped over like a rag doll and on all fours. My back arches as he pulls on my hair and pounds me from behind. My knees slide apart inch by inch. The pain is pleasureful as my limbs pull apart, stretching farther than they ever have.
“More, I need more,” my mouth calls out without direction from my brain.
“You want more, Mal?” He presses a hand into the small of my back, causing my arch to go even deeper.
I suddenly hate how he calls me Mal, but have no time to think on it as everything fades. Clouds take over my mind, euphoria sets in. I hate how he calls me Mal. Yes, he thinks I am her, but I’m not. I want him to know this so badly. Our bodies link in a way I have never known before, and he doesn’t even know who he is inside.
Release. Sweet release. We somehow find it at the same time. I have never been with anyone that synced up with me the way he does. Is this real? Did we really just cum together on the first go? And only after knowing each other for less than half an hour.
“Wow,” he breathes and rolls off me.
I stay put for a moment, trying to catch my bearings. “Okay, I am gonna go now. This was great. I really want to do it again sometime, but could you do me a favor?” I look at him, waiting for acknowledgment.
“Yeah, that was incredible. Think about what I said before. We could really benefit from a cruise together. November still has openings.”
“That sounds cool,” I state. Did he invite my sister to go on a vacation with him? A little soon. “However, I will need time to think about it. In the meantime, could we just act like nothing happened here tonight? Like not mention it to anyone, ever, not even to each other?”
“Uh, okay.” He sits on the end of the bed and stares at me. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, we are good. I just don’t want to rush into anything and would prefer to keep what happened here tonight, right here, like as in tonight is where it lives and where it dies. Not saying it won’t happen again, but just don’t mention it, like ever. Okay?”
I quickly slip on my jeans and buckle my belt, not paying attention to his reaction.
“Okay, you have my word, Mal.”
“Good. Well, then, I guess I should get going.”
“Wait.” He pulls me back onto the bed by my shoulder. “Are you leaving now? It’s past midnight. Let me drive you home.”
“I got myself here, and I will get myself home. It’s not far. Trust me, I will be fine. You rest. I will see you again at work.”
That does the trick. Kent lays his head back down on the pillow, a satisfied smile upon his face. As long as he can keep his promise, all will be good in my world, and in my sister’s.