Submit to Me

18 - Aaron *

"Hello, Nancy. Is Shayla ready to see me?"

"Yes, her last patient just left, so you can go right on in."

I know I told myself I wouldn't involve Shayla in my and Sloane's business. But I need her help—more like suggestions is what I need.

For the last couple of weeks, I thought I was getting somewhere with Sloane. She listened and did everything I'd asked until a few days ago. Now, we're back to square one.

After bringing Sloane to the club, getting her to open her mind, having her experience feelings she never knew she had or ever felt, and having sex with her all night and then every night for the first week had me believing I finally got through to her that she was good enough for me.

Then, she started slipping, with each day getting worse. Now, she's back to being as stubborn as a fucking mule, letting her self-consciousness take over her mind. As well as what happened in the past.

I've told Sloane countless times that I'm over it, that it was in the past, that I'm satisfied with her apologies, and that I'd like to move on from it. I've also told her numerous times that I've forgiven her.

Still, she doesn't think she's good enough. And no matter what I say, she also still believes she's the reason behind her family's deaths. That if she had just let go of what she had done to me, they'd still be alive today.

So, today, I took the rest of the afternoon off, handing over my patients to my other surgeon so I could visit my sister and see what she suggested I do to help Sloane overcome what she couldn't get over.

The funny thing is, Shayla had no idea I'd made an appointment to see her. I instructed Nancy to make up a name, telling her I wanted it to be a surprise.

I tapped lightly on the door a couple of times and slowly opened it, and when I saw Shayla's back facing me, putting files into her filing cabinet, I shouted, "Boo!"

Shayla screamed and slammed the file cabinet drawer shut when she jumped, bumping into it. She spun on her heel with her hand covering her heart, looking freaked out when she looked at me. "Jesus, Aaron! Why in the hell did you scare me like that? You could've given me a heart attack!"

I laughed, finding humor in her widened, freaked-out eyes and the ghostly look on her face. "I'd say sorry. But I won't since I couldn't help myself," I told her, grinning like the devil I am.

"Why are you here, anyway? I'm working. Something you should be doing," she hissed, adjusting her skirt before sitting in the chair behind her desk. Flinging her hair behind her as she adjusted her shoulders, she added, "Or is it your day off?"

I sauntered over to her couch, laid on it, and then folded my hands on my abdomen as I kicked my foot over the other. "I took the day off to see you," I finally enlightened.

"Aaron, I'm busy. Couldn't you wait to see me until I finished work?"

I chuckled. "You don't have a busy day today. I'm your patient for the remainder of the day," I said, turning my head to face her. "I called Nancy the other day, verified your schedule, and told her not to schedule any patients this afternoon, that I'd be taking up your afternoon."

"Really," she hissed.

"Yes. Really."

"Why?"

Turning to face the ceiling, I looked up, saying, "Don't give yourself a big head over this, but I need some advice."

"Advice about your love life?" she asked, thrilled I came to her for what she thinks I did. "About Sloane?"

"It is about Sloane," I admitted, "but I didn't come to you for the reasons you think I'm here."