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...
"Honey, are you paying attention?", asks my mom for the millionth time. I've been trying to mind my business and think about life but all of that went to crap when Shawn, my doctor, gave me a bunch of exercises to do. Yes, mental exercises so my brain won't degenerate even more. I'm rolling my eyes internally. It's like he wanted to piss me off when he is not around to do that. I would roll my eyes but I know that both of them are watching.
"Yes, mommy?" I ask in my best-confused tone.
"Remember what we were talking about?"
"Yes, about going to Canada." I almost spit the words out. The son of a bitch sent us to this amazing canadian hospital that is all about advanced neurology. I am mostly pissed off because my parents have been keeping a closer eye on me ever since Shawn visited us in the first place in Houston. After he implied that my disease was affecting me more, turned my parents in full blown 24/7 bodyguards. That meant that I couldn't sneak out anymore, recte, I couldn't see Shawn anymore. I'm a young woman and I've only been with him for crying out loud. And yes, as bad as it can sound, I am craving him. Nothing I could do to myself felt the way it felt having him inside of me. None of my toys-
"Doesn't that sound fun cupcake?" asks my dad in a cheerful voice. He is trying so hard to seem like he is ok with everything even though he must be super tired.
"Yeah, I can't wait to do that." They are always interrupting my thoughts.
"We're you paying att-"
"Are y'all sure he is going to be there? I mean Mr. Carter. He is my doctor after all." I have to change the subject every single time because they are starting to drive me crazy.
"Yes honey, of course he will be there."
"Thank you, mommy. I'm so happy that there is a way we can finally fix this," I make sure to yawn out loud to show them how tired I am, "I think I'm a little sleepy."
"Sure sweetie, you go ahead and rest. We will wake you up when you will have to eat." Says my mom and I can finally be alone with my thoughts.
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"Beyoncé, wake up honey." Says my dad while rocking me slightly. I grunt and shake my head.
"She must be very tired." Says a man. He is speaking to my dad in a low tone. I can't figure out who he is. My brain is still half asleep.
"Yes, she slept the whole trip. We wanted to wake her up but-"
"It's best to let her rest. All of this will be draining for her. That's why I recommended very little activity. She will undergo a few surgeries and in a matter of days the trial will begin and there is no going back. I rather have her bored and slept well than exhausted and active." Shawn's voice turns me into a poodle. I'm laying on my side and he is speaking from outside of the car. One of the windows is down or a door is open so that's why I can make out what he is saying now. Also, I am completely awake and my heartbeat is going berzerk at the sound of his gravel voice. I bet that he used to smoke a lot but either way, his sexy manly voice turns me on so much.
