Unable to sleep, I decided to take matters into my own hands. After relieving myself, I hugged my pillow tightly and finally drifted off. Dr. Adrian.
Angry? Yeah, I'm angry, sure! But that's not even close to the right word to describe how I felt about that virgin girl. She just hangs up the call without saying anything, leaving me hanging like it's normal or something. Is that normal at all? I haven't met a girl like her in my entire life, honestly. She's so different, so crazy, and I absolutely hate her guts.
She's such an egotistical person, carrying herself with so much confidence that it actually drives me insane. It makes me want to grab her, shake her world, take her hard, and then toss her aside like she means nothing. But then, her face—oh, her face! That pure innocence she carries around like a shield—it does something weird to me. It makes me melt, makes me feel things I don't want to feel. Shockingly, it even makes my heart beat faster just for her. That's not normal for me at all. I'm not used to feeling this way. Maybe I should just let her go, walk away, and go back to my so-called normal life. But seriously, what normal life am I even talking about? I haven't been in a real serious relationship in almost my entire life, and I don't even know if I want that now.
At the very least, I think I should take my chance with her. Maybe, just maybe, she could change what no other woman has been able to change about me: my heart or my personality. I can't lie to myself. I'm just scared—no, terrified—of falling in love for no logical reason. I mean, my parents had a happy marriage, so why am I like this? It's probably because I've met so many shallow, fake women that I turned into this monster who only cares about his own desires. That's who I've become and I don't even like admitting it. But maybe this time, things could be different. Maybe this time, I could find the happiness I've secretly been waiting for my whole life. Maybe this time, I could find my answer with her.
She's smart, and I'm certain of that. There's something mysterious about her, something I can't quite figure out, but at least she's not out there acting like the women I despise. She could be the one. She could actually be my wife. She could raise my kids, probably better than I'd ever expect. She could make me happy in bed, and she could be the perfect submissive for me. But then again, what the hell am I even talking about? A wife? Marriage? What the hell is happening to me? If I even bring up the idea of marriage to her right now, she'd probably run away and never come back. That's why I need to wait. I need to make her want me, crave me, need me. I need to make her fall into my arms and beg to be mine. Slowly but surely, I'll make her mine.
But now I'm just talking nonsense. Let's be honest—there's no way I'm ever getting married. Ever! Tossing and turning in my bed, I struggled to find a comfortable position, trying to calm my puzzled mind after what that Bianca girl did to me. She was driving me insane, and I couldn't even sleep. Eventually, I gave up and realized it was almost 8 a.m. I decided to take a shower and get ready for work. Maybe starting a new day would help me clear my mind. Maybe I could let fate decide what comes next.
But deep down, I knew what was happening. This girl was being forced into my life by something bigger than me, and I couldn't ignore the signs. She was lighting up parts of my heart I didn't know existed. She was showing me what felt like the first spark of real love. And deep down, I knew she would have a place in my life—sooner or later. Maybe she would be mine, whether by chance, by fate, or by a bet.
I rushed through my shower, pulling on my clothes like I was late for work. But honestly, I wasn't late. I was just distracted. I couldn't stop daydreaming about Bianca. I was desperate to get her out of my mind, but it wasn't working. Finally, I got in my car and drove to the Starbucks near my clinic, deciding a strong coffee might help. But then, there she was—Stella. Not Bianca, but Stella! Not again. Please, not today. I was already in a bad mood, and now this woman was showing up like some kind of stalker. She was everywhere.
If I'd known she would act like this, I would never have touched her. Never. I tried to avoid making eye contact with her, pretending I didn't see her. But I knew why she was here. That much was obvious. She stomped over to my table like she owned the place, pulling out the chair in front of me and sitting down without even asking. "Hey, daddy, I missed you," she said, starting her usual nonsense. I've never been her "daddy," and I never will be, especially not in public! What a joke.
I frowned at her, giving her the most disgusted look I could manage. "What the fuck do you want now, Stella? I thought I made it clear that we're over. I don't want to see your face ever again," I said, turning my attention to the window. I wanted to make it clear she wasn't welcome at my table, but I also didn't want to cause a scene. I was a regular VIP at this Starbucks, and a lot of my patients came here too. But Stella didn't care. She smirked and slid her leg under the table, pressing it against me.