Doctor vagina's son
I had no choice but to return for vengeance. That man, who was supposed to be my father, abandoned my mother at the altar in favor of another woman. I despised him. He never bothered to look for me.
My mother repeatedly told me that I reminded her of him. She always says, "I am a carbon copy of my father, and possibly worse."
"Like a father, like a son," they always say.
But this time, I returned to show him that "A son can defeat his father."
And to do so, I had to be better. That is why I, Knight Angelo Knight, decided to become a gynecologist.
But, in order to break his heart, I had to get my hands on either his wife, Bella, or Julia, the young girl he had raised for years.
By the time I realized I wasn't just hurting him, but also her and myself... And it was a second chance that I pleaded for.
But would she be able to forgive the man who dragged her to his bed to exact vengeance? And played games with her emotions? And, worst of all, took her virginity?
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Chapter 3
Knight.
On the other hand, Julia's footsteps were becoming faster, and the guy was keeping up with her. "Calm down," I said as I stepped out of my car and crossed the street, blocking Julia's path. She was shivering, so I told her to calm down. I said it in a strong, masculine tone. "Dr. Knight?" she exclaimed as she panted and looked at me. "Can you tell me what you're doing here?"
"Wait for me here," I said as I patted her shoulder. "Hey, you," I said to the guy who was following her, who turned to face me. "Can you tell me who you are?" I let out a yell. And he was startled, and he bolted as fast as he could. I watched him disappear into the crowd, wondering what his intentions were.
I fixed my gaze on Julia. She was struggling to take a breath. "Are you feeling better now?" I inquired as I removed the bags from her grasp. I said in hushed tones. I had no idea what had happened to me, to be completely honest. My heart raced a beat when I saw her scared. I just couldn't ignore it. I felt a sudden urge to protect her, to make sure she was safe.
"I'm here," I told her as I pulled her close to my chest. "Don't be concerned." I could feel her heart beating rapidly against mine, and I knew she was still shaken.
She finally began to breathe normally, and then she stepped back and thanked me in a soft, shy voice.
"Do you happen to know who he is?" My interest was piqued, and I raised an eyebrow. Because, for a split second, I believed he was her bodyguard. But then I realized that wouldn't make sense. Why would a bodyguard run away?
"No, I've never seen him," she stated with a shake of her head. "He appeared out of nowhere and immediately began following me. But…" She took a breath, and I could see the fear still lingering in her eyes.
Then she looked at me and inquired, "But, what are you doing here?" she said, her eyes wide with curiosity. I could see the wheels turning in her head, wondering why I would show up out of the blue.
I scratched the back of my neck, embarrassed by my behavior. I needed to come up with a reasonable response to the question. I landed on her face with a smile on my face. "Honestly?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Please," she said with a nod.
I coughed and chuckled hysterically as I proclaimed, "I couldn't stand the thought of waiting for your call. As a result, I went to great lengths to obtain your address from the university. And now, here I am." I tried to sound casual, but I knew I was being anything but.
She was taken aback and blinked. "Is that really the case? So, you've come to see what I'm up to?" She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"Yes," I said as I moved my fingers to her lips. I felt a jolt of electricity as our skin touched.
"mm. b-but... why?" she almost stammered as she lowered her gaze to the floor. "mm. b-but... why?" She looked up at me, her eyes searching for answers.
I swayed my head and tilted her chin to get her to look into my eyes, and she did so with delight. "I've already stated that I like you. In addition, I'd like to take you out on a date tonight. Or should we go ahead and do it now?" I asked, trying to sound suave.
Initially, she tried her best not to look at me, but then she said, "I'm sorry." "Okay, now it's your turn. But, could you please hold off for ten minutes while I finish up? I need to put on some clothes." She looked down at her outfit, and I couldn't help but laugh. She was adorable when she was flustered.
"All right, I'll be in my car over there waiting for you." And I pointed to the other side of the street with my finger.
Then she jumped to her feet and kissed me gently on the cheeks, saying, "Okay," before walking away. Then she dashed back to her home. I watched her go, feeling a strange sense of excitement. I had never felt this way about anyone before.
When she kissed me, I had no idea what was going on in my head. But this was different. It was as if she had kissed my soul instead of my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the impact she had on me.
I waited in my car for her to arrive. I was only thinking about it afterward. I couldn't believe how much I was looking forward to spending time with her.
Until she made her appearance. And, by God, I thought I was seeing an angel. She wore an off-the-shoulder white dress that accentuated her curves. She was absolutely stunning. With each step she took closer to my car, I had a distinct impression that I was witnessing an angel flying. She was breathtaking. She appeared to be so yummy, soft, cool, and collected, and shy, as well as decent!
Inside, I cursed myself, saying,'Decent!'What the fuck is wrong with you, Knight? What are you thinking? Get up and go.'She's your primary target.'I tried to shake off the feeling, but it was no use. I was hooked.
I took a step forward and walked up to her. I kissed her on the cheeks, and she smiled. "You have a lovely appearance. Are you certain you don't have a boyfriend?" I played with her nerves a little bit, trying to get a rise out of her.
"No, I swear," she said as she shook her head.
"All right, let's get going," I said, chuckling at her shy demeanor.
I greeted her by opening the door for her. Then she sat down inside.
I walked to the roadside and started the car. But, to be honest, I cast a lot of sideways glances at her. I was just curious as to how she managed to look so flawless. She was a good student who was also decent to her peers; she also had a good reputation in the community. I never imagined that Angelo Knight, the notorious dirty womanizer, would be able to raise a respectable young lady!
That's why I assumed she was hiding some dark secrets behind her outward appearance. Or, to put it another way, my devilish brain wanted me to believe it.
We didn't say much to each other. She was deafeningly quiet. It was as if she was apprehensive about starting a conversation. As a result, I didn't say anything until we arrived at our destination. It turned out to be a hotel.
Yes, I did reserve a room for the two of us. But, no, that wasn't the plan all along. It was intended to take her to a bar where she could relax and drink something. She gets drunk and tries to seduce me. Then I take her up to the room. It was simple, but it always worked. But now, I wasn't so sure. I was starting to question my motives, and that was a first for me.