Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (42 page)

“Yes?” he said
and closed his eyes as he focused on Vicky.

Vicky flung Zoe
toward the doorway and she grabbed onto the doorjamb to prevent herself from flying
into Mitchell. He looked from Vicky to Zoe and back at Vicky and shook his
head.

“Mitch,” Mrs.
Rowlett said from behind him, “this is--”

“I know who they
are, Amanda,” Mitchell said over his shoulder. “Give us a moment? This won’t
take long.”

“Your wife is--”
Zoe said and hung her head and cried.

“What about me?”
Amanda Rowlett said and pushed Mitchell aside to make room for herself in the
doorway.

“Pregnant,” Vicky
said and stared at Mitchell. “Your wife is pregnant, Mitch.”

Zoe looked at Vicky
and then at Amanda Rowlett. Amanda rubbed her belly and smiled.

“Yes,” she said,
“Mitch and I are expecting another child next month. A boy, finally.”

“Amanda,”
Mitchell said, “our guests--”

Vicky’s blood
boiled.

“Isn’t that
sweet, Zoe?” Vicky said. “Your boyfriend and his wife are expecting a little
boy next month!
Finally
.”

“I’m sorry...what
did you say?” Amanda said.

Mitchell put his
hand on his wife’s arm and pulled her back. She ripped her arm away from him
and walked toward the girls.

“Vicky,” Zoe
said under her breath.

“What? Don’t you
think this poor soul should know what her cocksucker of a husband has been
doing night after night when she’s been home alone decorating the nursery?”

“Vicky!”
Mitchell said and tried to grab her arm.

Vicky jumped
back and grabbed Mitchell’s shirt with one hand and the collar of Zoe’s
sweatshirt with the other as she went flying backward off the landing. Zoe, Vicky
and Mitchell went tumbling down the stone steps and landed with a thud on the
sidewalk.

“Mitch!” Mrs.
Rowlett cried out. “Help, someone!”

Zoe wiggled out
from under Vicky and Mitch and crawled away from them. They were struggling on
the sidewalk and she rubbed her forehead and saw blood on her fingertips.

“Vicky,” Zoe
said as she looked toward Mitchell’s front door and saw his guests gathered on
the landing watching the scene, “we need to go now! I’m hurt!”

“Don’t you
fucking move!” Mitchell said to Zoe through clenched teeth as he struggled to
get out of Vicky’s grasp. “I’m going to really hurt you once I get away from
this crazy bitch!”

“Careful, Mitch,”
Vicky said under her breath as she slid her hand in between their bodies and
grabbed his cock, “I think you’re getting a hard-on.”

Mitchell stopped
struggling for a moment and stared into Vicky’s eyes.

“How could you
do this to me?”

“I didn’t do a
thing. Your girlfriend did,” she said and smiled.

“You are
positively insane,” Mitchell said and relaxed a bit in Vicky’s arms. “Do you
have any idea how insane you are?”

“Absolutely,” Vicky
said and giggled when Amanda Rowlett started screaming for Mitchell to get up.

Zoe couldn’t
look scooted further away from he and Vicky. She wanted to roll into the storm
drain and let the sewerage-filled current carry her out to the sea. Some of the
guests ran down the steps toward Vicky and Mitchell.

“Vicky!” Zoe
said as a man ran toward her followed by Mrs. Rowlett.

“You!” Amanda
Rowlett screamed as the man shielded her from Zoe. “Are you fucking my husband?
Tell me right now, you little whore!”

Zoe hung her
head and struggled to answer the question. She looked up at Mrs. Rowlett and
saw she had as much pain in her eyes as Zoe felt in hers. The man who stood
between the women knelt down in front of Zoe. He reached toward her face and Zoe
flinched.

“It’s okay,” he
said in a voice as warm as lamb’s wool as he brushed her hair out of her face.

Zoe looked into
the man’s beautiful eyes and then back at Amanda Rowlett who was standing
before her clutching her belly.

“No,” Zoe said
and cried. “I am not fucking your husband.”

“You hear that,
Amanda? Did you hear what this crazy whore said? We are not fucking!” Mitchell
said and grabbed a fistful of Vicky’s arm fat and twisted until she released
him.

Mitchell jumped
off of Vicky and ran to his wife’s side. He whispered into Amanda’s ear and she
nodded and allowed Mitchell to lead her up the steps. Some of the Rowlett’s
guests followed the humiliated couple back into their home and Vicky turned on
her side and watched Mitch walk away from her without a second glance. She knew
his back was the last that she’d ever see of Mitchell Rowlett again. She turned
and looked at Zoe, unaware of their exchange and at the handsome man kneeling
in front of her friend.

“What’s your
name?” the man said to Zoe as he placed his fingers on her forehead.

“Zoe,” she said
as she swiped at her eyes.

“Very pretty
name, Zoe. Did you hit the back of your head?” The man said as he pushed his
fingers through Zoe’s hair and pressed against the back of her scalp.

“I-I’m fine,” Zoe
said and tried to give the man a weak smile.

“You have quite
a scrape on your forehead,” he said as he smoothed Zoe’s hair down with his
fingertips.

Vicky watched
their exchange and seethed. Unbelievable, she thought. Only Zoe could cause a
massive scene in Cambridge and find a potential date! And as usual, Vicky got
less than the short end of the stick.

Zoe wanted to go
home and shower the disgust she felt off her body.

“Like I said, I’m
fine,” Zoe said and tried to stand up, but the man pushed her down.

“Slowly,” he
said as he stood and reached down and pulled Zoe off the ground gently. “We don’t
need you falling again.”

The man pulled a
penlight out of his coat pocket and flashed the light in Zoe’s eyes as he
touched the back of her head.

“What are--”

“Shhh,” he said
and smiled, “it’s okay, Zoe. I’m a doctor.”

Dr. Allen Connor
was born in a blessed environment of privilege and wealth. His parents, Dr.
Gregory and Mrs. Tricia Connor, groomed their son to follow in their footsteps.
His father was a respected cardiologist and on the board at Harvard Medical.
His mother, not content with being a homemaker, graduated from Harvard Law and
opened a successful private practice in their town of Marblehead.

Allen Connor
went to Boston Latin, did undergraduate work at Harvard and completed his M.D. at
Harvard Medical. This was the path his parents decided for him when he was born
33 years ago and there was no deviation from that path. It was a predetermined,
predestine and rigid path.

Allen Connor was
a beautiful child who grew into a handsome and, as good-looks seem to determine,
very popular boy. The kind of boy who wins Most Likely to Succeed and Best
Looking in every grade he attends. At over six feet tall with a hard, chiseled
physique, Allen Connor looked like the best looking guy in an Abercrombie and
Fitch advertisement. With light, hazel eyes that turned green in the summer as
his smooth skin bronzed and full, beautiful lips, girls fought over the privilege
of simply walking with the boy on campus.

And as it goes,
he had a steady diet of beautiful babysitters, hot cheerleaders and sexy
sorority girls from the day his sixteen-year-old babysitter deflowered him in
the guest home on his parent’s estate when he was twelve. Allen Connor has a
personality and magnetism that drew people to him immediately. He had an easy,
sleepy smile that told girls they could trust him and he would never go any
further than they wanted to.

They all gave it
up very quickly, however, and no girl ever refused Allen Connor. And all of the
accolades, achievements and adoration certainly inflated Allen Connor’s head
and his expectations.

After graduating
from Harvard Medical, he chose to be an ER doctor and shrugged off his father’s
plan of taking over his private practice in Marblehead. Dr. Connor loved the adrenalin
rush of emergency medicine and he liked the nurses as well. Where his father’s
practice offered much money and stability, Allen Connor loved the freedom of
living in Boston and the perks city life offered. He was not a suburb guy...not
yet, at least.

He knew from a
very young age that his smooth, deep voice and dimpled smile lured people,
especially women, to him. But Dr. Connor had a secret ability to look at a girl
and deduce everything she lacked in one glance. Then, he set about to fill
their voids that left them utterly addicted to him.

Which is exactly
what Dr. Allen Connor did when he met Zoe Nicolas sitting on the sidewalk in
front of Mitchell Rowlett’s sidewalk.

He was there for
a dinner party with a radiology nurse he met at Mass General. And he forgot all
about his date after seeing the beautiful, tragic girl sobbing on the sidewalk
below Mitchell’s brownstone. He figured out what was going on pretty quickly
after he and the others went outside to survey the scene. It was obvious that
the man of the house was fucking around on his very pregnant wife. Dr. Connor
could not deny his relief when the beautiful girl with the dark hair and
haunted eyes denied that it was she who was fucking Mitchell Rowlett. From what
he saw of the blond rolling around on the sidewalk under Mitchell, she seemed
much more his type anyway. After the Rowlett’s and the other guests, including
his date, went back inside, Dr. Connor stayed outside to make sure Zoe was
okay.

When he looked
into her red-rimmed, green eyes and her beautiful face, Dr. Connor saw
everything that Zoe Nicolas lacked and it was a lot.

This girl, more
than any other he ever met, needed to be taken care of. She would be Dr. Connor’s
biggest project by far and he was up for the task. Her neediness, in the
beginning, did not turn him off. On the contrary, Zoe Nicolas’ neediness made
Dr. Connor feel more virile than he ever felt. And for someone like Dr. Connor,
having that virility constantly coursing through his body was as important as
breathing.

Dr. Connor asked
Zoe where she lived. She whispered her address and he reached toward her and
tilted her face until they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I would like to
drive you home. I just want to make sure you’re okay. You’ve got quite a bruise
on your forehead.”

Zoe brushed her
fingertips across her forehead and winced. Her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh no, it’s
okay,” Dr. Connor said as he stroked Zoe’s cheek. “You are still absolutely
beautiful. I would be honored to drive you home.”

Zoe shook her
head and glanced at her friend who was staring at them down the sidewalk.

“I’m sure she
can take care of herself,” Dr. Connor said as he stood from the sidewalk and
pulled Zoe from the ground. “Just say yes. I promise, you will be glad you did.”

He left his date
at the Rowlett’s without a word and Zoe’s slutty friend on the sidewalk and
they walked toward his car.

Zoe didn’t speak
as he drove his car through the dawn-tinted streets of Cambridge. He knew she
was embarrassed and it was the first time he could not figure out what to say
to make a girl feel like she was home. He kept glancing at her as he drove and
her head was tilted and resting against the passenger window. Her eyes were
fixed straight ahead and she never even gave him a side look. Her neck was so
graceful and beautiful and he wanted to lean over when they were stopped at a
light and brush his lips against her skin. He never wanted to stop looking at
her.

For the first
time in his life, Dr. Allen Connor was smitten.

“We live near
each other,” Dr. Connor said as he drove down an empty city street.

Zoe didn’t
respond. Did not even look at him.

He shook his
head as he drove toward Zoe’s building. He knew the sleek south end building
well. He had many dates in the sophisticated apartments.

“How’s your
head? Any headache or dizziness? You know, you should give me your number. In
case you feel any symptoms. You could see me at the hospital. I work at Mass
General. I’m an ER doctor, but I can see you there. I have my own office. It’s
a pretty big office,” Dr. Connor said as he stopped in front of Zoe’s building.

She opened the
passenger door before the car came to a complete stop and twisted her body
toward the open door.

“Wait!” Dr.
Connor said and fumbled with his seat belt. “I’d like your number. Do you like
sushi?”

Zoe stared at
Dr. Connor and gave him a hint of a smile.

“Yes. Thank you
for the ride,” she said and fished around in her purse. “I don’t have a pen.”

“Just tell me. I
will remember it.”

Zoe stared at
the incredibly handsome stranger and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She
thought of the scene with Mitchell and she wanted to die.

“Did you ever
just want to run away from home?” Zoe said as she stared over Dr. Connor’s
shoulder at her building. “Just leave everything and everyone behind and float
out to sea?”