His Games, Her Rules

I started working here, St. José has thrown at least five parties to commemorate different e

had to hit the club on the weekends with my girls singing and getting drunk. There’s nothing fun about parties like these. There’s just talking, drinking, laughi

she smiled and laughed at whatever thing he was telling her. Tiwa is going through her phone, giving so many orders to the babysitter who’s

ing

us like assets. Assets to wealthy men’s pockets. Whenever my family needed a donation, she made me and m

little things with pretty smiles and a perfect body. A pretty

minute I stepped into this hall with Monique and I locked eyes with Doctor Sanders, he had bee

jeans, they literally can’t imagine me in a dress. But tonight, I didn’t try to look nice because deep down, I didn’t want to be here. I wear a red, backless hal

talking, a female surgeon, and a male surgeon. We lock eyes for a second as he raises his glass of wine toward me with

e asks at once, turning to face

nging my glass of

’t he?” T

eye fucking Robyn all nigh

yes. “Fuck’s sake, ya

Monique says,

of cocktail. I need more alcohol to get through this nigh

y, not waiting for their respons

ice an attitude?”

nique says. “She's probably horny,” Mon

hat my friends are trying so hard to get me to go out with a man without realizing a man is the last

find out. I’ve seen so many relationships that started with love only to watch it crumble to dust. I don’t crave romance but my friends are finding it hard to understand that. Monique once told me, eve

ma that comes with hooking up and I’m not ready for it. Also, growing up, I wasn’t into the whole hooking-up-with-strangers lifestyle, it was more like my twin sister's thing. If I’m willing to have sex, then it has to be

ing down at my wristwatch to st

he main thing goin

ent says by my side. I turn around, comin

him a small smile as I turn to look at

nce to compliment you.

Doctor Ricci drama. I don’t want that, especially from someone like Doctor Sanders whom I have high hopes

, g

rself.” I say, turning to look at

ould I g

qui

sn’t that t

tor Sanders a small smile before turning to look at the bartender

” The ser

round to stare at Doctor Sanders who is wearing a black suit pa

ea

I don’t know your first name

e as snow. “That’s co

chi

e it when peopl

f for blurting out like that. Doctor Sanders is surprised, his facials givin

s ok

my friends who look like they’

ys as I turn around. He stretches

to my lips to take a sip. The server nods

S

?” Doctor Sande

oward my friends. He nods, a small playful smile on his lips

Summers, greets as she stands on the stage in front of a digital podium with an embedded mic. She l

sted to see me. I was surprised, shocked. I just didn’t understand why the president of this prestigious hospital would know me, a practical nurse, not even a resident doctor, and even request to see me. She said she’d seen me work and was awed at how committed I was. Then she told me her story, how she also started as a practical nurse before

most six months ago, made me smile. She’s the rea

some of us couldn’t wait to hear the announcement before we rushed

d welcome our new stockholder. St. José is more than a hospital. Here, w

knows the definition of family

eholder of our beautiful community, the sole founder and CEO of PharmaCare, one of the most innovative and influential pharmaceutical companies in the country, and the sole owner of Gray Empire…” At the mention

entlemen… Dom

r fuck’

omes Dominique Gray onto the stage, shaking hands with him with a big sm

re definitely

newest stockholder?” Monique asks.

me n

why didn’t you tell me he’s the founder of PharmaC

uit your job, if you’d known?” Monique asks, expelling her breath

es just to get back at me?” I ask, my nose flaring. “Or is

at me to give me an apologetic look. I glare at her and cross my arms. “You know

sive.” I glare at Monique, snatching my glas

can feel it. This is the la

ys whispering ab

tequila from my hand as he brings the empty glass to his nose to smell. He gags at once, sc

say, already pissed

o walk into my life again like he fucking owns it. One look at the man and I instantly knew I should stay away from him, like far away

can’t hear a thing because I’m not listening. I want to believe this is a ba

laring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for

y dangerous game, and he h