Angel Huxley Novak
As Eros returned to the ice, his strides confident and his performance seamless, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. His recovery had been remarkable, a testament to his determination and my father's expertise. I watched him with a mix of admiration and concern, wanting him to succeed while also hoping he didn't push himself too hard.
A figure beside me drew my attention away from the rink, and I turned to find Jake leaning against the bannister. "Hey," he greeted, his voice carrying a touch of uncertainty.
"Hi," I replied with a gentle smile.
His next words caught me off guard. "So, I, uh, have a question."
I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Go on."
"Have you and Eros... you know, fucked?" The bluntness of his question left me momentarily speechless, and my surprise must have shown on my face.
"Excuse you?" I responded incredulously.
He quickly stumbled over his words. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that—"
"Then how did you mean it?" I interrupted, a mixture of irritation and disbelief seeping into my tone.
"I just... you guys have been spending a lot of time together, and I've never seen Eros actually engage in conversation beyond a few words, which are usually 'you're ruining my schedule.'"
"Jake, I'm his doctor," I retorted, my frustration palpable. "And what goes on between us is patient-doctor confidentiality."
His expression shifted, and he seemed genuinely contrite. "Right, I'm sorry. I just felt a bit insecure."
I took a step back, my annoyance settling into a stern glare. "I don't appreciate dealing with insecure men. You need to grow up and never ask me intrusive questions like that again. Understood?"
He nodded fervently, clearly regretful and apologetic. It was only then that I noticed the eyes of others on us, watching the exchange with curious or concerned expressions. I walked away from Jake, grabbing my water bottle as I moved toward the office. Pushing the door open, I entered and closed it firmly behind me, the tension of the moment still lingering in the air.
Until the door abruptly swung open once again, drawing my attention. I turned to find Eros entering the office.
"Your dad is good," says he commented with a hint of admiration.
I couldn't help but smile, a sense of validation filling me. He closed the door behind him, and I nodded. "I told you to trust me."
A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Good thing I took time out of my schedule to do that." He reached into his pocket and produced two tickets, extending them toward me. My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I accepted them.
Two VIP box view tickets.
These were worth a substantial amount, likely in the range of forty thousand or more.
"Eros—"
He waved off my protest. "I don't have family that comes to watch, so it was an easy decision for me. Give it to your dad, as my way of saying thank you." He didn't wait for my response, swiftly exiting the office. I watched him go, struck by his gesture.
Collecting my thoughts, I glanced at my watch and realized it was time for Eros's stretching routine. I hurried after him, only to find that he wasn't in the gym where he usually performed his stretches.
Confusion wrinkled my brow. He was supposed to be in the designated stretching area, so where could he be?
Just then, Aaron and Sebastian entered the gym. "Hey guys, have either of you seen Eros?"
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Touch My Neck ✓
Romance"You're on my schedule," he stated, his tone laced with an unusual intensity. "On your schedule?" I questioned, curiously. "We need to have sex." . . . Haunted by a tragic mistake during her residency, Dr. Angel Novak has reshaped her career, tr...
