𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 | "That's Nicolette, most people judge her by rumors and untrue words. Beside her, that's Mark Sloan, your local man-whore of the hospital. But somehow he changed his ways for her."
A story, in which, 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦...
┏ ┐ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ i. No Scrubs └ ┛ MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH, 2005 5:00 A.M. PARK CENTRAL HOTEL, NEW YORK
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"COME BACK TO BED, BABY," said the man whose head was stuffed in a pillow. The tiredness could be heard in his voice.
"First, i'm not your "baby". Second, i'm going to be late for my flight if you don't shut up!" Nicolette's voice rang out from the bathroom.
She looked back towards the mirror, putting the backs on her earrings. She looked down at the marks on her neck and rolled her eyes, "Hey dipshit, I told you no hickeys." Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she walked into the bedroom to scowl at the man in annoyance.
The man tilted his head and smirked, "Sorry, baby." Before he could even register, Nicolette snatched a pillow from her side of the bed and hit him over the head. With each hit, a word strung out.
"You.."
HIT.
"Are..."
BAM.
"A..."
OUCH.
"BASTARD!"
"OW." He jumped up from the bed, fully naked. "You're a crazy bitch!"
"I might be, but i'm a fully clothed one," She spoke, eyes rolling. She stepped back into the bathroom and applied some of her red lipstick.
Nicolette secretly hoped that when she stepped out from the bathroom and into the bedroom filled with light, that mystery man would be gone. If she was being honest, she couldn't even remember his name, hence "mystery man." However, when she wandered back into the room, he was still there. Although, he was clothed this time. Or atleast he had pants on.
She watched his body move swiftly, looking for the rest of his clothes. She couldn't do anything as her eyes wandered toward his chest. His so totally toned chest. He was gorgeous. Well, that's not a surprise. I mean, she had to take him to bed for some reason.
"Y'know... I like crazy," His hoarse voice spoke. He walked over to the woman, towering over her. Even when she tried not to, she could smell his scent. Minty but not too overpowering. He really was a breath of fresh air for her.
