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The Intern Nurse Is My One Night Stand Stripper Novel Cover

The Intern Nurse Is My One Night Stand Stripper

Surprise slapped Dr Rian Whiteson hard on his cheek when he saw that the new intern Nurse resuming at his hospital was the club girl, the night worker and his one time night stand. How can she combine both professions together? A nurse by day and a stripper by night, the thoughts of it sent a disgusting feeling down his throat. The resentment he felt towards her was glaring and everyone noticed the hatefulness he felt towards her. The height of it came when she was confirmed pregnant and Isabella was insinuating that he was responsible for her pregnancy. Without thinking twice he threw her out of his hospital and a few years later he found her again, a renowned medical doctor from an influential family and she's the lost sought after daughter of the Graham's family. Will their relationships change because of this identity reversal ....?
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Chapter 2

Isabella couldn't stop thinking about the doctor she coincidentally met for the second time. She was uncomfortable, not because of what happened that night, but what he thought of her after drilling his dick into her.

Like a flash, the memory of their first meeting flashed through Isabelle's mind:

That night was wild, rough and a never to be forgotten one. She couldn't lift a finger when he was done, ravishing her cunt. She could hardly hold her breath as she felt her entire strength drained. This was her first time, her first experience but it left horrible feelings of pain, torture, bloodiness and thinking about it, she felt her body covered in goosebumps.

Losing her virginity in such a brutal way was not something she anticipated. He was rough, drunk and appears he'd no self control nor heard her screams of pain and being torn apart as he pressed her body beneath him.

His thrust was quick and successive, penetrating wildly into her cunt. He seemed to be in haste to thrust her harder and faster so he could explode and let her go. She couldn't help it, all her pleas fell into deaf ears as he pulled her legs around his pelvis, allowing him a more convenient access to invade her world.

As he plunged, Isabella felt a wetting sipping out of her as her juice seemed to add more pleasure to his movement. He kept his movement swift and focused, despite the torture her body was getting from him, she found herself moaning.

He would pause at intervals, kiss her and the next second, he would smack his pelvis into her. His huge cock filled her cunt. She knew there would be pain at first, but she didn't anticipate pleasure far greater than the initial pain she felt at his first thrust.

She dug her hand into his hair and inhaled his cologne. He was a stranger but that didn't matter to her at the moment, all she cared about was the pleasure she was getting from what he was doing to me.

She loved how he was torturing her, she wanted him to continue, she wanted him to choke her, drilling his entire length into her harder and when the words "Harder...faster" spew out of her mouth she didn't realise it.

Shit! How could she say such words to a stranger on their accidental one night stand? But she didn't dwell on that as long as she felt that he was pleased with her demands. Turning her over, he started thrusting me harder from behind, Isabella's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

She heard his soft moan, so arousing that at that moment, she wondered if he was getting half as pleasured as she was. He would pull out of her, smack her ass and without any warning, he drove into her with a fiercer force, jolting Isabella into a fresh moan of ecstasy.

She couldn't hold back her loud moan as she exploded, gripping the quilt so hard and gnashing her teeth. She'd never felt anything like this before. This is pure haven for her, and she wished he could continue forever.

The stranger didn't give a damn as he kept his thrust swift, plunging her through her orgasm. He moaned too, holding her pelvis as she remained in a kneeling position, thrusting her ruthlessly.

The harder he smashed himself into her,the louder her moan of ecstasy. Each thrust was coming harder than the previous. He was not moaning or to be precise, his moan was soft but deep, giving the vibes of a mature fucker.

As her orgasm was building up again, Isabella knew she was going to explode for the second time...or will it be her third, she cannot tell anymore, she'd lost count of how many times she felt that huge sipping spurting out of her.

At that moment, his movements became swifter, faster and more forceful as he held her firmly in place, his grip tight as if he was afraid she would vanish out of his sight as he moaned loud and long before he went calm and let me go gently.

He let her go and she slumped into the bed, tired and exhausted. She turned to face him. She saw his huge cock, it was massive and she took a deep breath. This whole entire length going deep into her? how was she able to take it all in, and still have pleasure from it?

He was drunk, she was certain of it. The scent of his aftershave mixed with the smell of alcohol cannot be mistaken. That's probably the only excuse she can give for his wild thrusts and ruthless penetrations. She knew, without being told, that she was bruised down there and she might have a bit of difficulty walking properly from that room.

He moved farther away from her as he was done spurting his cum. He strode leisurely to the restroom and cleaned himself up. Shyly, Isabella pulled the duvet to cover her nude body.

But when he stepped out of the bathroom, his question jolted Isabella out of her wildness "What are your charges?" His question came like a thunderbolt. He glared at her, his upper body covered in water droplets and his skin glittering.

She turned and glared at him in a daze, what, was he taking her for a prostitute?

"Excuse me...I don't..." she was saying when he immediately interrupted her, his voice was filled with irritation and his eyes disdainfully glared at her body. His eyes showed resentment towards her greatly as his gaze gave the impression.

"Casual women and prostitutes like you can learn to live a decent life as well..." he paused, drew out a check, wrote an amount and signed it as he threw it on her face and said "This should be enough for you for a lifetime of decency" he scoffed.

Still in daze on what he said, Isabella watched him pull his trousers on, and leisurely left the room as if nothing really happened. She was flushed.

How dare this stranger take her for a whore?

Isabella was still lost in her thoughts when Matron Adele walked over to her desk, interrupting her thoughts "You will be working with Dr Rian for this first week..."

"Ok ma'am, but I haven't been introduced to any of the doctors yet" she asked quickly. Who's doctor Rian among the doctors she'd seen in the hospital?

"Oh, my bad. Come along, I'll introduce you to the medical director who also happened to be Dr Rian that you will be working with" Matron Adele informed.

"Alright" Isabella Green smiled, wishing in her heart that she doesn't get introduced to her mystery one night lover but Dr Rian directly.

She can't stand his cold, resentful gaze.

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