{"id":3156,"date":"2017-12-07T05:16:32","date_gmt":"2017-12-07T05:16:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=3156"},"modified":"2023-02-14T21:43:11","modified_gmt":"2023-02-15T02:43:11","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-forty-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-forty-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Forty-Four"},"content":{"rendered":"

Frost continues to remain silent as well, much to my surprise. I was certain he was going to drill and interrogate me to no end from the looks he’d given me back at the mansion when I ran into him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I should really be happy he isn’t saying anything, but for some reason, his silence\u2014or perhaps refusal <\/em>to talk about the very obvious pink elephant in the room\u2014is somehow more disturbing than any yelling or blackmail he might have had in store for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

The silence continues to stretch on between us, and I can’t stop shifting in my seat at the discomfort I feel. I’m letting a stranger drive me home. I don’t understand how I can feel both so uncomfortable and safe with him at the same time.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

We finally arrive at my apartment, and the engine dies down, leaving us in complete silence. It’s even more awkward now even though I’m in familiar territory now. I decide not to put myself through this unbearable awkwardness a second longer.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Well, thank you for bringing me home, Doctor Frost,” I say, unfastening my seat belt and taking off his jacket as quickly as I can. For some reason, I don\u2019t feel like it\u2019s appropriate for me to call him by his first name, even though he insists on it.<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulls the keys out of the ignition and pops his door open.<\/span><\/p>\n

“I’ll walk you to your door,” he says, looking at me intently again. It’s a definitive statement and I know it, but I really just want this night to end and I certainly don’t want him following me up to my apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n

I shake my head. “That’s fine, you don’t have to.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I insist,” he says, making no attempt to stop what he\u2019s doing.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Really, that won’t be necessary\u2014” I try to convince him, but he doesn’t listen, and he heads out of the car before I can even finish what I’m saying.<\/span><\/p>\n

He swings his door shut and walks around the car to mine again. I\u2019m already opening it and trying to get out by the time he gets to me, but I\u2019m having serious trouble doing so thanks to this ridiculous dress, yet again. I feel the damn thing shutting off my oxygen supply as it squeezes me mercilessly when I try to bend to retrieve my shoes or each time I shuffle in my seat in an attempt to get out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ugh! This dress is complete shit. It seriously should never be this hard to get out of a damn car. I swear I\u2019ll jump into a large pool full of piranhas before I ever agree to wear anything of Nicole\u2019s ever again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Frost reaches for me, and I think he\u2019s going to take my hand, but instead, he grabs each side of my waist and hoists me into the air, pulling me out in one effortless motion.<\/span><\/p>\n

I make a startled sound, feeling totally shocked by the abrupt and unexpected act. I didn\u2019t expect to feel his hands on me again, at least not tonight, and certainly not in such an intimate way.<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to protest and tell him to put me down, but then I realize that most of the sidewalk and the other pathways are still wet and muddy from the snow, so I let him carry me all the way to the main landing.<\/span><\/p>\n

My arms instinctively go around his neck before I can even realize what they\u2019re doing, and I can feel wisps of his thick, dark hair caress and tickle my skin as I do. It feels so soft and lush, and I have to ball my fists to stop myself from just taking liberties with it and running my fingers through his silky tresses. He really does have the kind of hair that\u2019s perfect for playing with\u2014especially<\/em> during sex. Heck, it\u2019s perfect for playing with before at <\/em>after the act, as well.<\/span><\/p>\n

I try my hardest to block out the incredible sensations his sure and assertive hands elicit from my body, and the deviant thoughts that they\u2019re instigating in my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m still in awe even though I remain silent. This man seriously just picked me up like I\u2019m made of the world\u2019s tiniest baby bird feathers.<\/span><\/p>\n

God, why the hell does he have to be so sexy and strong and intriguing and a host of other things that make me\u2014and my recently hyperactive pussy\u2014so damn restless?<\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019s also very married<\/em>, Ramona<\/em>, the more reasonable part of me scolds. And that means he\u2019s <\/em>very unavailable, you gushing idiot<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

I have to sigh at myself. I seriously need to get my mind right and stop acting like some thirsty groupie chick whenever I\u2019m around this guy.<\/span><\/p>\n

We get to my door, and suddenly, for some reason I can\u2019t even begin to understand, it only occurs to me right in this moment that he knows where I live.<\/span><\/p>\n

That he knows exactly <\/em>where I live!<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not really sure how I feel about that. Given the way my body seems to abandon any and all self-control whenever I find myself around him, having more knowledge of each other\u2019s personal lives is clearly a very bad idea, and may prove to be troublesome. Keeping as much distance between us as possible would be the smart thing to do\u2014if only I was actually doing <\/em>that.<\/span><\/p>\n

What the hell was I thinking? I guess the problem is that I wasn\u2019t thinking at all. Being around him seems to do that to me a lot. I don\u2019t seem to make the best or the smartest decisions whenever he\u2019s near, and that\u2019s definitely a problem for me. A big problem.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s so aggravating that I can\u2019t seem to function normally at the mere sight of him, and I barely even know the man!<\/span><\/p>\n

But it\u2019ll be fine. After tonight, I won\u2019t see him again.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not like he\u2019s the only physician in the world\u2014even if he is <\/em>one of the best. I can always consult with a different doctor, and soon enough, Dexter Frost will be out of my life for good and nothing but a distant and very brief memory.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Frost continues to remain silent as well, much to my surprise. I was certain he was going to drill and interrogate me to no end from the looks he’d given me back at the mansion when I ran into him. I should really be happy he isn’t saying anything, but for some reason, his silence\u2014or perhaps refusal to talk about the very obvious pink elephant in the room\u2014is somehow more disturbing than any yelling or blackmail he might have had in store for me. The silence continues to stretch on… Magbasa pa<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-3156","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3156","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3156"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3156\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3156"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/tl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=3156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}