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 4

An hour later, Isabella was dressed in a green scrubs and everything carefully laid out for a surgery. She knows the one she was going to be working with is that man, the one she wished she'd not met. The sterilised equipment needed were properly placed aside too.

The patient has been wheeled in and soon the tall figure of Dr Rian walked into the theatre. His gaze fell on Isabella first and he snorted silently. He walked over, trying to find errors with her work and arrangements and found none.

Two other doctors joined them and another nurse and the surgery was done. In ten minutes, it was over and the patient was wheeled out of the theatre. Isabella stayed behind and cleared the equipment and the hospital attendant was surprised at her simplicity.

He was an older man, probably in his thirties. Other nurses would just go and leave other things they have to do behind and he asked "Why are you helping to clear the operating table?"

"Because there are my colleagues waiting to receive the patient into the recovering bed. So I felt I should just give a hand, I hope you don't mind?" She asked, smiling and just then Rian walked in

"Oh no...I don't mind, I'm grateful,thanks" he said and Dr Rian interrupted them "What are you grateful for, what is she offering you that you wouldn't mind having?" he snapped at the attendant, his gaze cold and freezing, glancing from the man to Isabella and back again.

"I offered to help clear the operating table and..." she was saying when Rian Whiteson interrupted her. "I wasn't asking you the question. I don't have patience for women who happen to be loose for everyone and anything in trousers at any time..."

Isabella Green was shocked. What has been loose got to do with this? She turned her gaze on the attendant and he locked eyes with her before saying "Please leave Miss Green, I'll just finish up soon"

Isabella Green turned and stepped out. She changed into her uniform and returned to her cubicle. Why does she feel her stay in that hospital will be short. Is he indirectly calling her a loose woman?

The phone on her desk rang and she answered it quickly "Come over to my lounge immediately" he ordered and hung up. Isabella sighed softly, she's already exhausted just from the first day at work. She knew who called and the lounge he wanted her to come immediately.

As she arrived at his lounge, she knocked and the now familiar masculine voice invited her to come in. She stilled her heart and went in. She saw him standing with his back to her.

"I'm here sir" Isabella said and scanned his back view. He is a tall, well built man. His designer shirt showcases his perfectly ripped body and a glance at him, one would tell he does workout a lot.

"I know" he replied and gently turned himself to face her, a glass of coffee in his hand. His gaze was still the same cold ones like she'd always known and again, he glared at her from her head to her toes.

"I called you here to warn you, stay professional with all the male employees in this hospital. There are a lot of them here. I don't trust you with them, you are a whore and you can do anything provided you get paid.

I saw your gaze on Dr Rodrigo the last time and now, are you flirting with Grey as an attendant as well? How did you become a nurse in the first place? Did you pass through college by offering your pussy to earn marks...?" He was saying when Isabella interrupted him.

"Dr Rian, please you should respect yourself and the medical profession. I don't goddamns understand what your problem and resentments are towards me. I wasn't the first who had a one night stand with a mystery lover and neither are you the first.

You don't know me and you said horrible words to me that night after you forced yourself into me. Did you even know that you lost your senses and begged me to fuck you forcing me against the wall when I brought your orders?

It was you who begged me and couldn't control yourself. You forced me and started kissing me. I didn't take up a case against you because I don't know your identity and at least your name. And I let it go because it was my first sexual experience and we both had a satisfied pleasure from it.

If you keep taunting me, you will force me to take..." Isabella was saying when Rian's fury got loose, he threw the glass of coffee against the wall with a shattering noise and walked closer to her., his fury surging within him like a volcano.

"Are you threatening me? Are you for real, threatening Rian Whiteson? Are you courting death?" He demanded, holding back his fury as his palm formed into a fist. Doesn't she know who he is?

"How could I have begged you for sex if I wasn't drunk? If I didn't lose my mind, why would I go for a whore like you? I requested for a prostitute and you were sent to my room and I paid you for getting into your cunt.

If you dare to threaten me again, I'll make sure you disappear from X-city for the rest of your miserable life. Did you understand me? Now get out" Rian bellowed.

How dare she threaten him, who does this poor tramp think she is?

Isabella walked out of Rian's office but her mind was in turmoil. Manager Paul sent her to give a client an order, despite it was already past the closed hour for the day. She'd changed from her uniform into her home wear when he sent her there.

He sold her out to a client? He actually knew everything that happened that night? How can he betray her that way, how can he?

For the rest of the day, Isabella couldn't concentrate on anything else. And when she closed from the hospital, she returned to the club where she worked as a waitress.

Manager Paul was surprised when Isabella charged him "how much did he promise you that made you send me to his room with this assumption that I was one of the call girls you use?"

Paul shivered at Isabella's words and was remorseful "I'm sorry. He is a powerful person in society and he was in need of a woman. His assistant came to me and requested for a woman and I had no one at hand..." he trailed off, refusing to complete his statement.

"So, you sold me off to him? What makes you think that I will agree...Isabella paused, she remembered something. Why couldn't she resist him when he begged her and forced her against the wall?

"You drugged me to be vulnerable?" She asked and Paul turned his gaze away, avoiding to meet her gaze "I didn't mean to. I didn't want to lose such a client and I know how you work hard to pay your father's hospital bills.

At that moment, I could only think about the gains of my selfish ambition and I did that to you. I'm sorry, Isabella..." he apologised.

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