10. Lewis

10

LEWIS

T he moment I read the name Alexander St. James on that red envelope I knew I had to confront him and tell him what I wanted. If he rejected me again—using the fact he was my doctor—then so be it but this time I wasn't going to be so easily swayed. I wanted to be honest. I wanted to admit how fate had intervened setting us up and yes, I understood the ethically linked issue we could have if anything went wrong between us, but I could be treated by any doctor. It didn't have to be him. If he had the same intoxicating feelings as I did for him and wanted this as much as I did, then we could fix this. We could have one another.

It was just finding a way to make it work.

It never was set in stone that we couldn't have each other. I'm sure people have been in situations like ours and found a way through it. It just meant making adaptations and changes to make it work and trust me I'd do whatever was required to make that happen, as long as we were together.

Long journeys didn't faze me in the slightest. Especially if it meant coming back to his arms and his touch.

The euphoria of relief that overcame my body when Alexander handed me the piece of paper resigning him of all formal care and duties made me sigh as his eyes glazed over and he turned to face me.

"I have sent out requests to other top cardiologists and their spaces, but in the meantime if you need to see anyone…" he began as I stood up and prowled toward him placing my index finger over his mouth making him instantly become silent.

"I know what I have to do, Alexander," I whispered, pulling back my finger and leaning in toward his mouth desperate to close the distance between us. "As long as I have you," I growled at him.

"You have me," he groaned out. "I'm yours." He licked his lips as I smashed my lips against his, loving the moaned tone that I'd pulled from deep inside his chest. Our mouths fought for dominance against one another as my hands reached up into his hair, loving the way it felt around my fingers before he pulled back, breathless. Alexander's eyes were darkened and full of lust as my own chest struggled to fill with the oxygen, I needed to take each breath in.

"Fuck…" I uttered. "Alexander, please tell me this is real?" I asked him. "That this isn't a wicked dream my subconscious is playing on me," I choked out. "Life wouldn't be this cruel to me—to us, would it?"

"Lewis, if this was a dream then I wouldn't be waking up, either. This is our life now. Me and you, baby," he gasped out. "I'd be making sure it became a reality. Now I have a date planned for us both and if we stay here much longer, I don't think we are going to make it."

"Do we have to?" I pouted letting my bottom lip hang low. "We could just go back?—"

"Come on you, let's go…" Alexander chuckled as I squinted my eyes and huffed loudly at him, making him chuckle. "We need to get going."

When Alexander St. James gave a command. Fuck, you did what he said.

My cock may be rock hard and weeping at the thought of his rough, dominant voice as he told his pilot his ETA for tonight. I would have been happy just going back home and grabbing a slice of pizza or something to eat on the way. As long as I could have guaranteed he would have been with me.

In the end though I was mesmerized by what Alexander had planned and the attentive way he treated me the whole time. He flew me out to New York by helicopter—cutting the journey down by a huge chunk of time than what I was used to when I drove to go to a basketball game at Madison Square Gardens. I was in awe of the thoughtful gesture as we shared jumbo fries, chicken and waffles together, enjoying the game before flying back at the end of the night and making our way straight back to his place.

It was the perfect evening, even with a hiccup or two in place. Instead of thinking I had to forget him and find someone else we could finally give in to our undeniable chemistry.

The moment I stepped into Alexander's house it was vividly easy to recognize how he'd already made this place his home in such a short amount of time. As I cast my eyes around the room, I couldn't stop but notice the muted light gray and blue color palette that I was used to seeing around him featuring everywhere I looked. The pictures of his family that meant so much to him scattered around and across the walls. I wondered if his old place with them was like this or if he'd decorated like this to keep them in his thoughts continuously.

It made me realize how little I actually knew of the man by my side. The man who had captured my heart without even trying. All it had taken was one look, one wink… one earth shattering night together to know he was irrevocably mine and no-one else could ever compare again. He'd ruined me and instead of being scared by that notion, I was relieved.

"I think it's time you get into my bed, Lewis," Alexander announced. "You've teased me enough tonight. Unless you want me to strip you here…" He started to prowl towards me, guiding me backwards up the stairs in the direction he wanted me to go. "You see, I have a lot of patience, but when it comes to you and that mouth it's hard to keep it in check."

My mouth instantly dried up at his statement as I stumbled slightly grabbing the railing for support and righting myself quickly, noticing the way Alexander's gaze was dark and lust-filled, desperate to catch me.

I coughed and cleared my throat.

"You want me, then come and get me," I demanded as I quickly turned on my heel and let my feet guide me up to the top of the stairs knowing I didn't have a clue where I was going and took a guess by turning right until I hit a dead end. I turned around and was greeted with a smirked grin of Alexander as his palms pinned me against the wall and he cocked his head to the side. "Looks like you've got me," I gasped out. "What's next?"

"This is what's next," Alexander replied as he stepped in toward me closing the gap between us both, making my breath hitch, before sliding his hand from the wall to my arm and gently to the buttons on my shirt. "I'm going to start…," he began. "Undoing…," he continued as he undid a button. "All of these buttons that stand in my way."

"Fuck," I gasped out. "I can…"

"No, you wanted to be caught… now let the master work," Alexander stated with control laced in his tone. "This is my show now, Lewis."

"Yes, sir." I fired back. My cock throbbing at the slow attention I was receiving from him. "Yes… just like that."

"That's my good boy." He winked at me as I threw my head back and bared my neck for him.

Alexander was torturous.

He was a God.

Fuck though I'd won him; I'd destroyed all other competition in my wake that night. Eli will never let me forget that he played a helping hand in the success of this arrangement.

But Alexander had finally done something no one else had managed before him—he'd fixed me completely. He may not have meant to or even known it was on his agenda but his hands, his mouth and love had healed me. Like no doctor, operation or person could have ever managed before him.

He may not be my doctor, but he'll always make sure my heart beats right.