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 4
Knight.
"So, we've made it," I told her as I pulled up in front of the hotel and unlocked the car door. I didn't have to do much to impress her. After all, she was a wealthy woman.
"Hmm, okay," she said with a hum.
I handed the key to my car to the valet and wrapped my hands around her waist to keep her safe. She was taken aback. "What?" I asked as I looked at her.
She clenched her teeth and twirled the strands of her hair in her fingers. "There isn't anything. It's just that I couldn't get used to being touched, to be honest."
My suspicions were confirmed when I simply wrapped my arms around her waist and walked straight to the bar. I had reserved a nice table in the hotel bar as well as dinner for two, complete with the most expensive champagne bottle I'd ever seen before.
When we arrived, they escorted us to our assigned table. I slid the chair across the floor for her, trying my best to impress her with my manners.
"Thank you very much." I had a good hold on her because she wouldn't even dare to look me in the eyes when we first met.
I smirked as I considered the possibility, and I waited until they finished serving everything. Her eyes popped out of her head, "You've made all of your reservations? I have the impression that I am dreaming. I would have never guessed that you were..." She read hesitantly and came to a halt in the middle of her sentence.
"You never thought I liked you because I never showed any interest in you the whole past year, right?" I said as I gently rubbed her hands together in my palms.
"Exactly," she said as she nodded.
I shook my head, "for the reason that I was unable to do so with my student. However, you have now completed your studies."
She appeared to be overjoyed and impressed. I didn't want to squander any more of my time. After we finished our dinner, I asked the waitress to bring Julia and me a glass of champagne to celebrate.
"cheers," I told her, thrilled and ready.
"I don't drink," she said, but she only hesitantly looked at the glass.
And I was like,'Come on, let's not lie anymore.'The fact that a twenty-one-year-old girl had never touched alcohol didn't convince me, and I'm not sure I'll be able to believe it myself any time soon.
"Please, just one glass for me," I said softly, and she reluctantly accepted my offer of the glass. She blinked her eyes shut and finished her glass in a split second.
"That tastes really strong," she said at the time.
I couldn't help but chuckle. And I drank my share. After a few minutes of talking, I tried to elicit more information about her life, but I was unable to do so because she began to feel dizzy sooner than I had anticipated. When she laughed, she put her hand on her head and said, "I am dizzy. It feels like the ground is rotating underneath my heels."
It also happened to be the perfect time for me.
I got to my feet and assisted her in getting to her feet. She swung her arms. She was unable to stand on her own. I was convinced she was faking it. But, regardless of whether she was acting in order to get closer to me or not, it was the one thing I wished for the most.
"I can't walk in my heels," she said, bending down and taking her heels in her hands. "I can't walk in my heels," she said in a heavy voice.
So, I carried her in bridal style between my strong arms, saying, "Never mind, let me lend a hand to you then," and then I walked out the door. When I winked, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. She was smiling all the time and glaring at my face immediately, saying, "You appear to be a handsome gentleman."
I made my way out of the bar and into the lobby, where I picked up the keys to the room from the front desk staff member. Her body was wedged between my arms the entire time, even in the elevator, and her eyes were fixed on me as if she had never seen me before, and she was scrutinizing every inch of my face. She was picturing me, which was the perfect word for what she was doing.
Finally, we made it into the room. When I opened the door, I helped her to her feet and out of the way.
She was on the verge of falling, so I assisted her in getting to the bed.
She positioned her body in the center of the bed, and I began to undress. "What are you doing?" she wondered aloud when she looked at me for the first time.
It was as if she had suddenly regained consciousness after her dizziness.
"I'm taking off my clothes to sleep," I stated emphatically as I raised my brow.
She attempted to sit but could not do so, and I did not give her the opportunity to do so. I gently pushed her onto her back and topped her with my arms. I was kissing her in a domineering manner, almost forcing her to open her mouth for my tongue to enter.
She pressed her hand against my chest and attempted to push me away. I moved my foot an inch back. After all, I had no intention of forcing her or raping her.
"what? I was under the impression that you liked me as well." I was irritated, so I said. Because I had the impression that it would be a straightforward mission.
"Yes, but..." she said, blinking.
I waited for her to say something before continuing.
It appeared that she was considering the situation again, and then she said, "I'm not going to do this right now."...
I laughed sarcastically. "What is the reason? Is it that time of the monthly period again?"
I don't believe a gynecologist would be embarrassed to discuss this.
She drew her brows together. "No, it is not the case. I am a...."
When I got to my feet, I started taking my pants off and adjusting my body so that it fit between her legs. She was still dressed in her dress, whereas I was only in my boxers.
Eventually, she confessed, "Because I am a virgin."
What the fuck is going on?