Chapter Four
Four years later
“Nurse Sofia?” A voice from the counter makes me halt my hurried strides and turn to look in the direction.
There are two nurses behind the desk and one of them is looking directly at me. She's probably the one who called me.
“Someone wants to speak to you.” She gestures at the telephone in her hand.
“Oh, alright. Thank you.” I hurry over and gently take it from her. I can't help but feel disturbed by this because I'm supposed to be checking on my patients, not taking random calls.
“Hello, who's this?” I ask, impatiently glancing at my wristwatch.
“Sofia. What happened?” It's Leon's voice and my face instantly illuminates with a huge smile.
“Leon!” I glanced at the nurses, muttering an apology for my shriek. “Why didn't you call my phone?” I continue in a more controlled voice.
“I did. But it's switched off.”
“Oh, really?” I don't know. I haven't had time to look at it. Ever since I arrived here in the hospital in the morning, I've been terribly busy attending from one patient to another. The battery must have died or something.
“Is there a problem? Are the kids okay?”
“No, the kids are good. I just wanted to know what time you'll be coming home. We already had dinner. But I saved yours.”
“Aww, thank you.” I glanced at the watch again, hating how agitated I was becoming. “I'm sorry Leon, but I'm not sure. I still have a lot of things to take care of here.”
“Oh, it's alright. The kids are already asleep and I'll be going to bed soon. See you when you get home.”
“Alright. Thank you so much, Leon. Really. You're my angel.” I gush, blowing him a kiss.
“I'm not gonna let you mislead me with your compliments, Miss.” He says but I can literally picture him grinning ear to ear. “Go do your work. Bye.” He hangs up, leaving me, chuckling.
I hand the phone back to the nurse and she has this cheeky smile on her face as she takes it.
“You really do love him, don't you?” She asks.
Of course, she knows Leon. Everyone working in this hospital does because he's been here countless times, and he's the social butterfly who makes sure to greet everyone and even get them cupcakes or something.
“But of course, I love him,” I reply, and she giggles even more. I wave at her and start hurrying to my next patient.
But her question echoes in my mind, and it pulls me into a train of thoughts.
Do I love Leon? The answer is a definite yes. I love him. For saving me from that hospital four years ago. For bringing me to this pack, which is a huge distance away from Diego's pack. For helping me start anew. For providing an apartment for me and my kids. For playing the father role in their lives and giving them a healthier, less toxic standard of living. And literally for everything he's done.
He's like the sunshine that brightened my gloomy life. I owe him everything. So the answer will always be a huge yes. I love Leon Ricci because he saved me.
“Miss Sofia?” I stopped at the door of the hospital room as I got called by the head doctor.
“Yes, Sir?” I bow respectfully as he approaches me. He has his usual small, polite smile, but there's a crease on his forehead, which signifies that there's something wrong. “Is there a problem, Sir?”
“Just a little bit.” He scrunches his nose and continues. “There's a VIP patient in room 208 and he needs special attention. All night.”
I nod, even though I'm not exactly sure what he's trying to say.
“Can you go attend to him?” He adds.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can't at the moment. I have patients to attend to…”
“Let another nurse fill in for you. Matter of fact, I'll assign another nurse to fill in for you. But please go take care of this patient. I promise you, I'll make it up to you.”
It didn't sound ethically right to abandon my patients for some stuck-up, arrogant patient requesting special attention. I literally wanna refuse but I can't defy the head Doctor. So I reluctantly nod.
“Alright, Sir.”
He smiles triumphantly and pats my back before leaving.
I take a breath, trying to settle the irritation building up in my chest. Filling calmer, I head to the room. It has the number boldly printed on the door.
Turning the doorknob, I step inside, softly shutting the door behind me.
It takes seconds before I look up and I'm awestruck by the sight in front of me. The man has his back turned on me and he's trying to wear his shirt.
The crazy nerves lining up his bulging muscles have me petrified. The height. The aura. The terrifying aura. It's immediately messing with my head, resurfacing memories I've tried so hard to bury.
Memories of that monster still haunt my dreams, making it impossible for me to completely forget about him.
But that's crazy. Why should I suddenly feel goosebumps like he's here?
This isn't him. This man may have his exact build. But it's not him. His pack is a thousand miles away. There is no way he will come down here for some checkup or whatever.
“Do you plan on gawking at me the whole night?” A deep, sensually hoarse voice snags me out of my trance.
The voice. It almost sounds like him. Almost. But It's not his. It can't be his.
“I'm sorry.” My cheeks flush in shame. “Is there something you need?”
“Yes, some peace.” He sounds gruffy and pissed. And very arrogant. Now I can't help but feel both flustered and irritated.
“Didn't you ask for some special attention from the doctor?” I ask, trying to be as calm as I can.
“I guess I did. What can you do? Blowjobs? Or…you wanna ride me?” His back is still turned to me, thank heavens. Because he didn't get to see how crimson I turned.
What?! Blow…blowjobs?? Damn, the head Doctor!
It wasn't some medical special attention. He was trying to pimp me out to this arrogant ass. How did I not figure that out?
“Which is it?” He questions, running a hand through long locks of hair that remind of Diego's.
It's hard coming up with an answer with all the memory jogs, and the clashing of my hormones firm his words.
And then to top it all, he turns around. Perfectly trimmed beards are the only difference from four years ago. But standing in front of me is the monster that ruined my life. Looking devilishly hot but every inch of a monster.
“Sofia?” His eyes pop. The deafening silence is filled with sounds of my racing heart and probably his.
How is he here? How did he find me? How?! Why?!
“Fuck me. Is it really you?” He takes a step closer to me. The reality of having him closer plunges me into a fast reaction.
I turn, reaching the doorknob and pulling the door open. But a shriek leaves my lips as he pulls me back and kicks the door shut.
“Let me go!” I cry out, as he slams my back hard against the door, with his arms firmly and possessively wrapped around my body.
His face is hovering close and his jaw is twitching, a proof of the chaos going on inside him.
“Let me go, please.” I struggle harder but he's the monster who never listens to my cries. Not on the night he took my virginity. Not in the nights he tortured me. There's nowhere down my memory lane did he ever listen to my cries. So why am I even bothering?
“Four fucking years, Sofia. And you think I'll let you run off again? Never…”