Beyoncé is Shawn's biggest puzzle. As a brilliant chief of neurosurgery, his mind and feelings go berserk when he meets the sweet 23 year old. The moment her case lands on his desk, Shawn sets up a goal: solving this girl's mystery. What she doesn't...
Today is Thursday and I have a very important meeting today with my doctor, Shawn. It's a funny coincidence that the same man who 'fixes' me up at night also does it during the day. He is coming to our house to reveal this treatment that he has for me. A week has passed ever since we saw each other but we've been face timing every single night. Shawn usually reads some sort of papers related to his medical field while I watch series on Netflix. Some days we don't even talk but we facetime just to feel each other's presence. He would call me around 11 PM and we would talk most of the night until I would eventually fall asleep. I have no idea when he sleeps because a doctor can't wake up at noon multiple times a week and still be labeled a professional and good doctor. My mom is helping me around the house today because I keep forgetting where I am. Today I'm experiencing episodes of short-term memory loss.
Our living room is spacious and the blinds are up so the sun's rays of sunshine come through the big windows. I can't wrap my mind around the dirty talk that Shawn did for me when we were making love: you came into my office a few months ago claiming to be sick when you are fine, you pretended all this time just so you can get my attention. Why would he choose to say something like that? I know that during sex, especially for women, using degrading words is one certain way to throw us off the cliff into that abysmal orgasm, but the way he said it makes me think that he knows something. When he spoke those words, it is like they were facts, information that he had known for a while. Not just some simple dirty talk. It sounded like he had that heavy weight on his chest for a while and he finally let those words out. That did not sound like something you would improvise, it's like he knew this big secret of mine and shoved it in my face to get a reaction from me. In this case, the reaction was my orgasm but that doesn't make it any better. He knew about me and didn't tell me? Most importantly, he hid it from me all this time? When we dined at that restaurant, he did make a big point about the importance in his life of people that stay true to him and blah blah. My question is: why would he stay with me if he knew I kept this thing away from him? Is he dating me so he can hurt me? He better pray to God and every other entity that there might be out here because I promise that if that's the case, I will slip crushed sleeping pills into his drink while we are sitting in the car at night in a remote park and I will throw a match in the gasoline container of his car. Not only would I do that but I would stay and watch.
"Beyoncé honey, your doctor is here. Mr. Carter, you remember?" Says my mom in her soft voice while she gently caresses my arm to bring me back to reality. Now I truly was in my mind thinking about scenarios and I didn't hear the stomps that a big shit makes when it walks in the room. Across from me are Shawn and that other weird-looking dude that I saw when we got back in Houston. Squinting my eyes, I wish I could send daggers into his chest.
"Shawnnnnnnnn. Yeah, I remember h-i-m." I drag his name just like I would drag his dead body through the mud. His facial expression remains the same but the dude behind him looks like he is about to burst out laughing.
"Hello, Beyoncé. Today I finally got the FDA approval of the medicine I created alongside a few other neuroscientists-"
"Mom, I'm hungry, can you get me something to eat? Please."
"Sure baby, I'll be right back. Do you want a sandwich with feta cheese and salad?"
"Yes mom, that's my favorite. Thank you."
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