BEHIND THE FACADE R18

What Are You Doing To Me

_MALCOLM'S POV_

I glared at the doctor, my anger simmering like a pent-up storm. "How did this happen?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing, as I towered over him.

The doctor trembled, "Acute hypokalemia...it can be caused by various factors...dehydration, poor diet, excessive sweating... We'll need to run tests to confirm."

I cut him off, my gaze burning with intensity. "What. Did. You. Say?" My words were laced with a barely contained fury.

"P-potassium deficiency, sir," the doctor stammered. "We'll need to monitor her closely and adjust her treatment accordingly."

Natalie's gentle voice interrupted, "Malcolm, you should get some rest. You've been up all night."

I turned to her, my eyes flashing. "Leave. Everyone. Leave." My tone brooked no argument.

Natalie's expression faltered, but she nodded and ushered the doctor out.
As the door closed, I faced Mia, lying peacefully on the mattress. My hands found strands of her hair, wet from sweat. I stroked them gently.

"what are you doing to me?"

Suddenly, hazy and blurry memories flashed in my eyes. For a second, Mia's image morphed into an older-looking woman, her face a blur. But the surroundings were vivid – blood on my hands, on the woman, on the floor, walls, everywhere. The coppery scent filled my nostrils.

My mind recoiled in horror. I blinked rapidly, dispelling the disturbing visions.

I was breathing heavily, sweat beading on my forehead. My heart racing, I stood up abruptly, releasing Mia's hair.

What the hell was that?

I turned to Natalie, who stood outside the room. "Keep an eye on her," I instructed brusquely.

_NATALIE'S POV_

I watched Malcolm storm out of Mia's room, his broad shoulders tense with anxiety. His rugged profile betrayed his turmoil. I instructed the doctor to stay put, not out of concern for Mia, but to avoid any more drama.

My focus was on Malcolm. I slipped into his room, shutting the door behind me. Malcolm paced, loosening the first three buttons of his shirt, revealing a hint of his chiseled chest. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, and I wondered what secrets they concealed.

"Why are you so stressed out?" I asked, my voice soft and innocent, trying to coax out his emotions. Malcolm's response was icy, his tone warning me to back off. "Leave, Natalie. I need space." But I wouldn't be deterred.

He rummaged through his drawer, producing a pack of cigarettes and lighter. The flame danced as he lit one up, inhaling deeply. His eyes closed, and for a moment, I saw vulnerability - a glimpse of the man beneath the facade.

If Malcolm was behaving this way because of that bitch Mia, I wouldn't be able to take it. A thought flashed in my mind – I was and would always be the perfect woman for Malcolm, ensuring he never thought of anyone else. I approached him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

"Malcolm..." I whispered, feeling his tension.

He spun me around, his eyes blazing. "What are you doing, Natalie?" His voice was low, warning.

"Sorry," I whispered, feigning innocence, my eyes locked on his. "I just want to help."

Malcolm's gaze narrowed. "What do you want, Natalie?" His tone was laced with suspicion.

"I want you," I trailed my hands up his chest, my voice husky, seductive. "All of you." My heart raced at the thought.

Malcolm's expression darkened. He pinned my hands above my head. "Is that what you want?" he growled, taking a drag from the cigarette, his eyes never leaving mine.