Dr. Leonardo Bravucci's life is a calm breeze, trouble free until he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hot brilliant resident, a situation that makes him for one very hard...
It was just one scandalous encounter in a dark alleyway with a tota...
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The panic attack incident had gotten so much attention—exactly what Seth didn't want, prompting him to take a full day off work to recover.
At home, the resident watched his best friend as she miserably tried zipping up a burgundy strapless dinner dress. "Why are you getting all dressed up?"
Marianne threw her hands in the air finally accepting defeat. "I'm running late! Seth will you help me zip up, please?"
Seth was clearly amused. "That must've been one hell of an expensive dress." He slid the cold zipper up Marianne's fully exposed back.
"What? No, it wasn't."
"You sure?"
She quickly nodded, dashing upstairs. "Got it on last year's Black Friday but never got a chance to wear it!"
A loud knock at the front door however grabbed Seth's attention. "Hello, can I help you?" He opened, eyeing a delivery guy with a black and white polka dot gift box.
"Delivery for a... Seth Mickelson?"
"That'd be me."
"Great."
Seth eyed the box. No labels whatsoever. "Is that a bomb?" He chuckled, signing on a paper that was handed to him.
The guy's lips slightly curled upwards. "It's a crazy world. You never know."
"Who sent this?" Seth was quite preoccupied to notice Marianne stepping right next to him in the doorway.
The delivery guy shrugged taking his signed paper back. "No idea." He added as an afterthought before quickly walking away.
"Hey, just a second!" Seth called after him but the man quickened his pace as if he was being chased by a banshee.
Seth and Marianne stared at the box warily, both silently daring each other to open it. "Well, it's your package so...open it." Marianne was the one to break the daunting silence.
Studying the foreign box, Seth nibbled on his bottom lip. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't be a wuss, open it."
"You do realize this could be a bomb right? I mean, Leonardo's wife could've figured I slept with her husband and..."
"Jesus, you're so dramatic! No one would even go to that extent."
