our first encounter

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There I was, Bridget Jones, being rushed to the hospital after fainting for no good reason.

Although, maybe me fainting was a good thing.

Because I met him.

Mark Darcy.

He was stunning, his gorgeous eyes, his luscious hair, and not to mention his body behind those doctor clothes.

I pulled his tie, so his face was close to mine, "Thanks doctor." I whispered in his ear as he lifted me onto the hospital bed.

He slowly pulled away then grinned, "No problem." 

"So, what's wrong with me this time?" I winked at him.

"The usual," He replied walking closer, "Love sick."

I let out a soft giggle then pulled him closer, "Well, fix me." 

"My pleasure." He said getting close to my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe.

His mouth moved down towards my lips, then they got even lower, and lower.

His tongue felt like paradise, I loved my doctor visits, everything about Mark was perfect, except for one thing...

His wife.

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