His Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

5 Jealousy

I drove faster than ever and did not care one bit about getting a ticket, all I could think about was how she was just bleeding out beside me. Maria sat silently and I could not tell if she was in a lot of pain but also was too focused on the road to ask, or perhaps afraid to know the answer. I knew right away taking her to the hospital was not a good idea, always overcrowded and takes forever but luckily for us I had the next best thing: Dwight. 

I met Dwight ages ago; we are very close and I'd even go so far as to call him a best friend though I do not see him as often as I would liked to. Dwight has owned his practice for years and was a talented surgeon. I just prayed he was at home tonight as I parked the car outside his quaint London house.

"Where are you taking me?" Maria finally speaks as she follows me to Dwight's door step.

"My friend is a doctor, has his own practice, he will help and it will be much quicker than at the hospital believe me!" I say, ringing the door bell, sweating and hoping he is home as he usually would be. A few moments later the door opens and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Dwight reveals himself through the door frame with his usual smile and messy blonde hair. His smile quickly fades as his eyes land on the bleeding girl beside me.

"Henry, what's happened?" he asks quickly ushering us inside. 

"An asshole assaulted this poor girl in front of me, cut her arm," I answer bluntly and hope the anger I feel is not so evident, I have to force myself to control it.

"Come in," Dwight leads us into his kitchen and I take a seat at the table as a new wave of nerves beholds me as I catch a glimpse of all the blood that soaked through Maria's white blouse, turning it crimson. My heart begins to ache at the sight of her. If only I caught the bastard, he would probably be dead now and I would be in prison.

"My name is Dr. Emett but call me Dwight, what is your name?" Dwight's voice brings me back to focus as I watch the two of them from my seat, Maria stands shyly by the kitchen counter, still holding onto her left arm.

"Maria," her beautiful voice barely comes out and I cannot tell if it is nerves, pain or she is just simply shy of my friend.

"Lets take a look at your wound," Dwight comes over to her and she lets go of her arm, her whole left sleeve is crimson. I cannot see much of her wound as Dwight examines it, which I am almost thankful for, I feel that at the sight of her injury I will just send myself back into fury.

"Hmmm you will have to take your top off for me," he says casually walking over to grab his first aid kit he has stored in one of the cupboards.  At that moment Maria's eyes caught mine and I had to look away, I did not want to make her more uncomfortable than she already must have been feeling. 

"Let me help you up onto the island, it will be easier for me to see the wound if I need to stitch it up, ok?" Dwight walks over to my Maria and puts his arms casually around her waist to help her up, I watch in silence as Maria gets more comfortable and soon finds herself sitting on the island and looking Dwight face to face and smiles that enchanting smile at him. A new feeling surges  through me as I watch them which I cannot place and do not like...

"Comfortable?" he asks and she casually nods like she is not in any pain, still smiling a little. Dwight then begins to get himself ready and takes out a syringe and other things from his kit. It is then I notice as Maria begins to very slowly unbutton her blouse with her right hand. I cannot help but stare, paralyzed as she does so, once the last of the buttons is done her blouse hangs loose and I catch a glimpse of the white lace of her bra hiding underneath the silk of her blouse. The suppleness of her cleavage taunting me, I break a sweat for the millionth time that night. I try my best to avert my eyes in time but fail, she catches me and I pretend to not be looking, running my fingers through my hair. I know I probably look ridiculous to her right now but I cannot help myself, doing what she just did has made me feel too much of what I should not be even thinking about at such a moment. 

Dwight walks over to her, looking down at her, focusing on her bad arm, "I'm just going to pull the sleeve down and off ok," he says. Maria helps Dwight pull off her sleeve as I restlessly stare at the scene as half of her perfectly voluptuous form and torso shows itself to Dwight and me. Dwight coughs lightly and I think to myself; same, though I am sure he is not thinking about what I am right now as he begins to clean her wound. Oh to be him now... I need to stop with these thoughts as I uncomfortably shift in my seat and attempt to avert my attention. I quickly become angry with myself as I watch Dwight, I cannot tell if it is jealousy I feel as I want to be him... Then I become angry again as thoughts of the asshole who put us in this situation come back to me. Needless to say I stress myself out.

"I will have to stitch it up," Dwight says as he finishes cleaning her wound and there go my nerves again. Maria just nods lightly at him as they look at one another and again here I am wanting to be him as she looks into his eyes and not mine. What the fuck is wrong with me, this girl is making me insane.

"I hope you two will report this as soon as we are done here," Dwight injects Maria and soon begins his expert work at fixing her arm.

"Of course, I will take Maria to the nearest station right away, bastard stole her purse too," I angrily huff out, feeling how my jaw flexes in vexation. 

"Only my passport, money, phone, life was in there, nothing to worry about," Maria says and smiles, making Dwight chuckle at her joke, she could have died and here she is joking, this girl is something.

"Passport?" Dwight questions, concerned and I too realize this is even worse than I thought.

"I was going to leave to go back home to Russia, I only planned on staying a short while so I never ended up taking my passport out of my purse... maybe this was universes way of telling me 'no you must stay and witness Dwight's expert stitches,'" Maria jokes again as I process her words, she was going to leave... well at least the asshole was good for something: stopped her from leaving so I got to see her again. 

"Well thank you for the compliment love," Dwight laughs and smiles his boyish grin at her, "I sure am happy to meet an optimist like you, not many of my patience usually have the chance to relax and even joke," Dwight finishes his stitching, wiping her wounds clean, wrapping it in a bandage. It is then I feel it again as I watch them joke and smile at each other; that feeling of why am I not him right now, I never get jealous... or so I thought...

"Perhaps when you are used to expecting the worst nothing tends to scare you anymore," Maria adds and Dwight looks into her eyes as I wish to and that is it, that was the last straw which forced me up from my seat and I felt my jaw flex again. 

"Thank you, I do not know how to repay you!" she adds, Dwight continues to smile at her his swoon worthy smile and I note her cheeks are turning pink. Oh come on Dwight, quit it.

"Love, you do not owe me anything, I was happy I could help, glad that it was not more serious. I hope to see you in a week to take the stitches out ok, try not to get it wet!" He finally desists with that smile girls fall for which I know he is oblivious to, and I am thankful he's done with the charm.

"Of course, really though, thank you!" Maria says fully serious and I note the sincerity behind her voice, it sends a shiver through me.

"Let me find you a spare shirt!" Dwight leaves the room quickly, running up the stairs, leaving me with the burning feeling inside that I know will soon end up taking control. A silence befalls as Maria and I are left completely and perfectly; alone.

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