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 3

Matron Adele was walking in front of her while Isabella followed. She would be the happiest person if that man was somewhere in the ward, attending to patients and they didn't get introduced to each other.

She sighed softly for relief when she didn't see him cross paths with him as they arrived at the door with a large inscription "MD's private lounge" a broad smile spread over her face.

Normally she was supposed to meet the MD before settling down in her cubicle. That should be the proper procedure to have followed. Now she was going to be working with Dr Rian, the MD and yet, he hadn't met or known her.

She watched as the matron knocked and a deep masculine voice answered her from within, ordering her to come in. Matron Adele walked in and Isabella gently followed behind.

She didn't look around but bowed her head. She was going to be introduced to the MD and she needs to act modestly. The room was cold, and somehow, Isabella's body shivered.

"Sorry to interrupt your rest Dr Rian and Dr Rodrigo..." Isabella heard the matron say. Dr Rodrigo? She hoped he was not that man she'd silently wished not to meet or cross paths with?

"...our new intern Nurse needs to know you personally before she can resume work properly. Sirs, this is Isabella Green, a fresh graduate from Z-city university..." matron Adele introduced.

An uneasiness descended upon Isabella while Mrs Adele was still introducing her. She felt eyes were scrutinising her and she raised her head just in time as Mrs Adele concluded introducing her.

Her complexion paled at the sight of the man who laid leisurely on the couch with his long legs spread over the table in front of him. His gaze was cold and bland, so indifferent and giving off a compressing aura.

They locked eyes and Isabella could see the resentment in those eyes, they were not different from what they were that night after he pulled out of her and referred to her as a casual woman, a prostitute.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage as if it would jump out of her body. Her breathing is hard and irrational. She couldn't hold gaze with him and quickly turned her gaze away. Despite not gazing at him, she felt his eyes on her body.

"This is Dr Rian Whiteson, the Medical director of the X-city hospital and the one you will be working with for the first week" Matron Adele introduced, tucking Isabella to look in the direction she was gazing at.

Isabella forced a smile and looked in that direction and her gaze rested on the man again. She shivered, her palm became sweaty and beads of sweat had risen on her temple.

Why is the room suddenly hot, isn't the air conditioner working again?

She couldn't say a word as her complexion was not normal again nor her composure. She wanted to force a word of courtesy out of her mouth but she couldn't, a lump was stuck in her throat.

To cover up, she nodded and quickly turned her gaze in the direction where she felt the air conditioner should be. Why was it not working again? The atmosphere suddenly became hot and stuffy.

Matron Adele smiled, hiding her observation and continued "And this is Dr Rodrigo Campbell, the assistant to Dr Rian" she concluded.

Isabella turned and gazed at him, this time she's not so tense, she smiled and wanted to speak when Rodrigo beat her to it "It's nice having you here, Miss Green. Welcome to X-city hospital.

Rian saw Isabella's smile and the calm expression on Rodrigo's gaze and he was furious. Had she already started seducing his friend before him? This lose, casual woman wants to get fucked by Rodrigo as well?

"Thank you sir" Isabella found her voice briefly. She was relieved, she thought she'd suddenly gone dumb for the sake of her one night lover. She avoided meeting the gaze of this man-Dr Rian and was going to leave when he said:

"I hate the faces of some women that come before me and yours is definitely one at the top list. I hope you know your place and keep every relationship here, strictly professional" he said.

There was a loud tone of resentment in those words. Even Matron Adele frowned, feeling unsatisfied how the MD talks to a new intern Nurse, of course every relationship here had always been professional.

"Huh.. I'll keep that in mind sir" Isabella declared with a forced smile. Oh her days, one night, one careless night of love making had reduced her into someone who lost her self esteem and composure.

As Matron Adele led the way out, she held Isabella's hand and said "Dr Rian has always been this strict, no nonsense kind of person but this is the first time he talked to anyone, especially a female before me like this.

Please don't put it to heart, he can sometimes act so clumsy or annoying but aside that, he can also be a great guy. Don't let his words make you develop an unnecessary kind of caution when relating with colleagues..." she coaxed.

"Alright, thank you Mrs Adele" Isabella appreciated. Her palms were sweaty and she needed to get to her cubicle and wipe the sweats off.

She's less worried about his words, her main worries is how she was going to work with such a man under the same roof and in fact be his personal attending nurse?

What calamity had befallen her here again? Why does she always have to go through hard times?

In the private lounge, Rodrigo turned a frown on his friend when the women left "that statement of yours, what was it meant for?" He doesn't need to show his resentment towards the woman. Whatever he feels, he should keep it within him

"I wouldn't allow a whore walk into my hospital and seduce my male doctors, especially you, Rodrigo," Rian snapped at him. He saw her smile and he must agree that they appear so sweet and innocent, but he knows that there was more to it.

"What are you insinuating?" Rodrigo asked, his fury surging within him. He knows where his statement was heading but he needs to hear him spill it out first.

"You are not allowed to get seduced by the woman I once fucked! She's a whore and I wondered how a waitress who worked as a prostitute as well ended up as a nurse, in a noble profession as a nurse.

Keep your distance and don't you ever think of drilling your dick into that hole I was fucked, did you hear me, Rodrigo?" Rian Whiteson sneered and his gaze was fierce.

"You are mad, Rian," Rodrigo declared.

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