Violet Ankamah's POV.
"I want them in the next 10-15 minutes or so" I tell my secretary, Kayla down the hospital landline.
"Sure" she says, and I hear her typing up a quick reminder.
"Thank you" I say, and with that, I put the phone down.
I rub my hands over my face, stressed out.
Not only are these extra shifts, kicking my ass, the thoughts of what happened a couple of days ago are too.
Just as these thoughts crash through my brain, a knock at my door sounds.
"Come in" I say, thinking it must be Kayla with my reports.
That was faster than I anticipated.
The door opens and my heart does a flip.
"What is it?" I ask.
He smirks.
"You don't look pleased to see me, Miss Violet" he responds.
*Flashback*
"Orion... fuck!" I gasp, as he takes down one of the dress straps, then the other, kissing my neck.
He chuckles.
"Cursing, Miss Violet?" He asks.
I say nothing.
"You're more frustrated than I thought." He groans into my ear.
I say nothing, scared it will come out a moan, or whimper.
I grip the edges of the sink as he continues his pursuit.
He trails his fingers in between my breasts, down my stomach and to my hips.
He grabs a fistful of hair, tugging and I bite my lip as his fingers travel the hem of my skirt.
Just touch me!
He slowly, lifts my skirt and his fingers trail the outline of my panties.
I wriggle impatiently.
He outlines everything, letting his fingers travel as they please.
"Is this okay with you?" He asks.
More than okay.
I nod.
"Say it" he demands, into my ear.
"Your consent is important to me" he says.
Fuck.
"Yes. You can touch me" I gasp.
He smirks, as he moves my panties to the side, teasing my entrance, making me squirm.
"You didn't answer my question, Miss Violet. When was the last time you made love?" He asks.
I squirm some more.
More than a few months ago.
Me and Zahair weren't really getting any action, and now I know, it's because he was already...
Satisfied.
But Orion doesn't need to know something as pitiful as that.
"Why do you need to know-" I start, but he cuts me off, by swiftly removing his hands and I grab his wrist.
"Tell me" he says, not pulling out of my grasp. But not putting his hands back where I want them, either.
"A few weeks " I lie.
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Violets Are Blue
Romance(EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Roses Are Red And Violet Is Blue. Doctor Violet Ankamah is a surgeon and a great one at that. Her life is perfect. Her job is perfect. Her poise, natural elegance and cold demeanor, makes everyone around her fawn. It's alm...
