At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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"What?" Ava nervously chuckled after I surprised her.
"You didn't think I'd go on my own when I have a perfectly beautiful girlfriend I want to show off, did you?"
When she got back from the boutique store, I saw a glow in her eye that I've long missed. It's not the notion of being spoiled, I know she can buy her own shit. But it's the fact that she knows I don't want anything in return, that I only did it to make her feel special. And I honestly don't want anything in return.
Although, confession time: after the head she gave me earlier, I owe her a trip to the fucking Bahamas.
My dick twitches excitedly at the memory, while my leg bobs anxiously when looking at the piece of shit cards I've been dealt. You'd think all the practice I've had with Adam would make me better at a round of Texas Hold'em but fuck me sideways, I'm going to lose badly.
I haven't seen Ava yet. We spent the day poolside and sipping virgin cocktails before having a late lunch on Royden's yacht. Ava was a complete hit with the team and Royden even offered her the position of team physician since our doc is retiring at the end of the year. And thank fuck for that. I love Joel and everything but he's getting too old; he's half asleep whenever he does our physicals and don't even get me started on the emotional trauma experienced whenever we need to do bloods or have travel vaccinations administered.
I personally don't think Ava will take the job. And I honestly don't think I want her to. Don't get me wrong, she could do Joel's job in her sleep and it's not because I couldn't work with her either. I don't want her to give up on being a surgeon.
Anyway, we both agreed that she should skip the red carpet formalities. I'm not sure how she'd manage being surrounded by flashing bulbs and people asking questions. While the finer details of her attack aren't public knowledge, the ordeal has garnered a lot of interest since that cunt was a prominent neurosurgeon who turned out to be a murderous, abusive nut job.
Ok, I'm getting worked up again.
Back to the gala.
There are several tables placed around the main poker table in a sectioned off area of the Grand Casino, while a fancy orchestra plays some classical music. I'm glad we had a hearty lunch; events like these seldom cater for big appetites. It really is just a big social get together. Everyone who's anyone is here: movie stars, sport stars, pop stars, socialites and influencers, billionaires and their trophy wives.
After brief introductions and some mingling, I settled into a game of poker. I did fairly well during my first round but the high rollers are here now and with their reputations on the line, these guys have more to lose than money, especially not to some race car driver.
Not that they have to worry; my hand is shite. I've got nothing. None of my five cards pair up, none are of the same suit nor rank consecutively. So I'll have to bluff my way out of this one.
