His Games, Her Rules

to get out and have fun and since today is my birthday, you don’t have any excuse.” My best friend and

d that I don’t need a man, but instead, I clamp my mouth shut. There is no point. Because I

now, which means not arguing with her as I fil

ks. I can picture her smirking with her for

k, I gotta go. I have got work to do a

ob

id. We’re gonna talk later.” I hang up immediately, t

let me be

um the lyrics of the song. A pale hand appears in my vision, knocking on th

me,” I say to this stranger as I pu

e on his lips as he watches me.

I ask, briefly givi

and from the lab coat he’s wearing, I think he’s a doctor. And damn, he’s fine. Like reall

cares,

ly giving me a once over as he slips

? Inte

yn Denver. I’m a pr

like three times while I watched you h

. I had ea

ty popular a

that

be taking over from Doctor Ricci, so you'l

ened to Do

ansferred. I'm

he's

ers asks, his gaze scrutinizin

at dog. Also, relationships are

rop the pen on the desk.

sample for me and please be careful when you do

s Doctor Sanders and I walk out

od stuff, if

Why am I no

for a fact he was a man slut, but he was great. He was good-looking and attractive, almost all the female nurses and a few doctors found him insanely

e joining me in surgery.” Doctor Sanders says. An

my

is mid-twenties. After taking his blood sample, I drop it off

ong for me. Whenever I’m under a lot of pressure from work, this is my go-to song partially because

worked here, he would constantly flirt with the nurses and residents, and oftentimes he would touch them inappropriately. I fucking despised him. The only good qu

barely had any discussion or conversation and I liked that for a change. Doctor

anders asks, the mask he’s wear

ha

pping your feet on the floor like an old person?

when I'm stre

s exactly what I've been doing this past hour, annoying the shit ou

, with mockery in my

ud annoying humming. It's like the whistling of a ket

l my

I mutter, purposefull

nciation of his name. "It's Doctor Sa

h a sly smirk. I'm never calling

is head and goes back to work. He's

Robyn?" Doctor Sanders ask

te the inside

. W

with your loud humming. I've only known you for a fe

. I shake my head

it seems it annoys a lot of people." I say, briefly

w, see the good in every bad situation." Doctor Sanders says and I roll my eyes. "And also, you'

ifferent women and sadly it’s not going to

d I don’t let it affect my sense of thinking. Me

flirting with you. I am a professional man

I get back to my work, passi

see Doctor Sanders starin

to be my favorite nurse. So far you're not bad. Except for y

ctor Sandals."

take everything I said back.

I might not be a registered nurse yet, but I love my job. I love to assist these pati

as suffocating to the point I couldn’t breathe anymore. I have endured my

hools in the United States. Throughout my years at Stanford, I was tempted to quit, to run away. But I knew better than anyone to try and do something like that. But during my sopho

, with the police and the entire state in their pockets. They control everything just like they control the lives of my siblings and me. I couldn’t get out, I just knew it even though I hadn't tried it then. We we

and he made sure of it. I was his assistant, hand

get out, far away to a place they could never find me. I had to leave the abuse, the hate, the control, and every negative thing that attached itself to my family. I had had enough

I drove out of the city without taking a second glance at the place I've always called home. I threw away my ph

at I had escaped hell and I was going to live my best life. Freedom. I had just

hat has happened to me in a long time and till today I'm happy I met her in New York. She doesn't know who I am or the family I'm from. I

ged out of my scrubs and got dressed in a casual outfit. Cream-colored sweater, black jeans, and white sneakers. I tie my hair up in a

que's cake. I pay the bakery owner and hurry out of her bakery with Monique's cake. My last stop is th

cklace I planned on gifting Monique. She saw it online and she liked it and always wanted to get it for herself. But Monique couldn't afford it because it was

ue’s birthday present close to her cake as I start the engine and try to back out of my par

did I hit

at have you

car sees me and maybe something bad might happen after, but instead, I hit t

urse, shaki

n’t. My father didn’t take any of his children to driving sc

rview mirror as someone steps

the Royce, not the

l. The expensive model. Compared to my 2010 Toyota Camry, I just hit

I wasn’t being followed. Then I got a new car in New York. A car that doesn’t scream class, but also doesn’t scream “I’m broke as fuck.” It w

ss shoes. It's a man. A very tall man, I can tell by his long legs. He shuts the

t with my hands on the steering wh

s window as he glares at me. Lik

is a shade of dark brown that’s perfectly styled and slicked back. His face is that of a model, without blemishes, and his nose, how the hell is it th

gu

mly as he glares at me, wi

?" I read his lips. I stare at

terally smell the dominance and wealth from where I’m sitting in my car. He's intimidating, the kin

e as he knocks on my windo

lips again. His eyebrows are knitted and he looks l

o get out of

dily drive out of the parking lot.