Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) (18 page)

“No more.” He suddenly picked me up with both hands and brought us to the wall, pinning me to the back with a bit of force, our mouths meeting for another passionate dance. My legs wrapped around his strong core as my fingers ran through his lusciously soft and perfectly messy locks of hair.

“I want you.” He growled into my neck. “Now.”

There was something aggressive about it. It was a suggestion crossing over to a command. One that turned me on to no end. Normally, having sex outside would have scared me. But being here, feeling his heat, knowing that I was just about to lose him.

I needed him now too.

I nibbled at his top lip. “Take me.” It came out as a soft whisper intermixed with a moan. Alexander already had me so wet, I was about ready to climax before our clothes even came off.

He placed me down as he unbuckled his dark black belt, the silver hinge clicking in the dark. My porch light had gone out a few days back, so we were being lit mostly by the moon now. I could hear his heavy breathing, the excitement coursing through the both of us.

I unzipped my jeans and slid them off, peaking over Alexander’s shoulder. My heart was racing as I looked down and saw his cock, stiff with arousal and ready to fuck me right here, out in the open. I couldn’t help but look around, expecting my downstairs neighbor to climb the stairs and ask for sugar. My apartment was otherwise pretty secluded, my second-floor entrance overlooking the community pool, which was empty now.

Thankfully.

He picked me up again, in those strong arms, a gasp running out uncontrolled from my lips. Hair fell across my face as I looked down and saw him teasing my entrance, his cock raised up, yearning to be inside me.

I kissed him again, melting into him, feeling him to the very atom. There was something desperate in the way we kissed, in the way he lowered me on to him, in the way he buried himself in me.

It was desperate.

It was furious.

It was passionate.

He fucked me over and over and over, both of our bodies being sent to edges we never knew existed, threatening to fall over and lose the other to an infinite bliss. I could hear an owl hoot from above as our flesh slapped together, nature fusing with nature.

My fingernails dug into his back. I felt like I was close to ripping holes right through the fabric of his shirt. I bit down on his neck, gently, trying to stay as quiet as I could be even though I just wanted to cry out into the night in bliss as Alexander filled me with his desire, his thickness.

It wasn’t long before an orgasm tore through the both of us, shaking us each to our very core. I felt myself convulse on him, on his manhood, the union we created pulsing in pleasure. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. Quivers and tremors continued to wrack my body as I felt Alexander’s muscles do the same, his firm thighs shaking with the intensity.

I let my head fall back, smiling up at the night. I picked myself up and was met with a smiling Alexander, his full Brazilian lips pulled back in a grin that said everything was right in the world.

At least it was in our world, the one we created around us just now.

I pushed forward and kissed him, our smiles meeting and tickling the other. My hands went back into his hair, getting lost. He tasted so incredible.

“Wow.”
 

“Wow.”

It was all either of us could say. I giggled, looking around and finally realizing that I just had sex out in the open and if anyone in the complex decided to go for a midnight swim, they would have gotten a midnight show made for late-night HBO.

I slapped his chest and kissed him again, pulling up my pants and inviting him inside.

I locked my deadbolt that night and slept in those warm, freshly washed sheets, Alexander laying next to me in just his boxer-briefs, his warm body pressed against mine as we slowly drifted into sleep, giggling and whispering about times when our parents would yell at us or when our teachers would put us in time-out.

And just before falling asleep, a thought struck me like a hammer.

“Alexander… why do you think Blake was here in the first place.”

We had both gotten so caught up in each other, that we had forgotten about the situation on the outside of our newly formed world-- The SkyDer Planet

So we weren’t that great at coming up with names, whatever.

“I’m not sure, but I think I might have an idea.” He kissed the back of my head,

sending the butterflies in my stomach around their victory lap for the night. “Right after you left, I noticed he had fidgeted with a drawer in his desk, like he was triple-checking to see if it was locked. I think there’s something in there.”

“What could it be though?” I said, making out the shape of my dresser from the darkness in my bedroom.

“I’m not sure, but I think we can find out.”

“And how do you think we do that?” I asked, my heart starting to pick up its pace again.
 

“I’m still his assistant, he hasn’t found a replacement. I know his schedule and I can get into his office. He’s not going to be in the hospital tomorrow--lunch with his wife and some other actress." He ran a finger over the edge of my ear, sending blissful chills. "So, I’m thinking I go in and figure out what was in that drawer. I know he has to keep that key in his office because if Sadie saw an extra key on his keychain, she would be asking all sorts of questions.”

“So the only problem is getting into his office.”

‘Exactly,” he said, his breath brushing against the back of my head. “But I have a plan for that.”

I shook my head into the pillow, the whole idea sounding crazy and dangerous.

“I’m going with you,” I declared. Alexander made me feel crazy and dangerous. It was so far from the me who avoided pictures and always felt like I was missing something. I had come so far from the girl I once was.
 

And this woman wanted to go on a Mission Impossible trip with the man of her dreams.

“HEY, WANDA,” ALEXANDER SAID TO the nurse as we scurried past her, hurrying into a large steel elevator and watching the floors ding off, the white circles lighting up like the targets in one of those carnival games. The numbers stopped dinging and the doors slid open, letting us out into the busy hospital hallway, doctors running past with light blue scrubs stained with who-knows-what, nurses bouncing from room to room, making sure all their patients are taken care of.
 

We took a turn into another hallway and landed right in front of Blake’s office. Alexander jimmied the knob, hoping against hope that maybe the janitor had left it unlocked, but sure enough; the knob didn’t budge.

“Do you have a bobby pin?”

I looked at him, my eyebrows twitching together. “You’re not suggesting we pick a lock in the middle of well lit hallway?” I whispered, glancing around. There was a nurse's station close by, but other than that there wasn’t too much traffic.

It may have been possible, but it would have been so risky.

“Kylie!” Alexander called, waving over to a nurse, small and brunette with a smile belonging to someone who spends too much time on Pinterest.

“Hey, Alex!” She trotted over to us--yes, trotted-- and pecked Alexander a hello on the cheek. She looked at me and stuck out a hand, “Hi there! My name’s Kylie, and you?”

“Sky,” I said, sounding as nice as I could underneath the confusion and adrenaline.

She turned her attention back to Alexander. “So what’s up? Blake is off today, I thought you would know that, huh? Super assistant?” She laughed at her own joke, goading Alexander into a chuckle.
 

Was I actually feeling jealous?

“Actually, about that. See, Blake wanted me to bring some really important paperwork to his meeting today. Thing is--” Alexander scratched at the back of his head and turned on his charm, “his office is locked.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Yeah, and I can’t tell him or he’ll fire me. I guarantee you, he’ll never let me down for forgetting those papers.”

Her eyes shot open, wider than they had been before when they were trying to somehow absorb Alexander. Maybe she was photocopying him onto her memory.

“Oh no, we can’t have that! Gosh, ok. Let me go find someone who can open up his office for you.” She smiled and scurried off, picking up the pastel pink phone and dialing away at various different extensions until she finally found someone able to open up Blake’s office for us.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long until a man--middle-aged with sun-burnt skin that made him look more like a raisin than a human--came and unlocked the door, letting us both in. The staff knew Alexander from working with Blake, so they trusted him to be alone in his office, leaving us to our own privacy as we snooped through the place.

It was a large office for just being a doctor’s office. The large, imposing table sat in the center and was surrounded by bookshelves that reached up to the ceiling, dark oak supporting tons of books, their different colored spines lined up and displayed outwards. There was a huge, emerald green palm in the corner, the plastic sheen giving away its biggest secret--it doesn’t do photosynthesis.

I immediately noticed the locked drawer, all the way at the bottom, a golden keyhole glinting against the dark wood. I decided to give it a shot and went to open it, knowing that it would resist my pulls.

And sure enough, it did.

“Where would he hide it?” I lifted up his mousepad, shifted over his keyboard.

“I’m thinking maybe a book.” Alexander lifted them up, one by one, checking underneath first. He stuck one out and shook it, the pages flapping in the air, the hard blue cover clapping shut and opening again.

“I’ll check on this side.” I walked over to the other end of the room and shook out a book, taking a closer look at the actual contents.

“Oh my god.” I flipped through the pages. “All of these are fake. That bastard doesn’t even have real books.” I wanted to throw the book across the room in a dramatic move reserved for some sort of student film, but I decided to restrain myself. Besides, we couldn’t leave behind any clues that we were in here in the first place.

“Damn. Not one thing about him is genuine.”

The books were all stock books, the covers designed to create the perfect backdrop in any bookshelf. It was like I was rummaging through a movie set, trying to find a prop key for the prop drawer.

Nothing in here was real.

“Got it!” I heard Alexander exclaim.

“No way!” I hurried over to him, watching as he picked up the key from the floor, the scratched gold surface dull in his hands.

We huddled down together by the drawer, holding our breaths as the key slid in effortlessly. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the door, half expecting Blake to burst through and knock the table over.

The drawer slid open, its well-oiled wheels rolling along. Inside the drawer wasn’t a stolen gun, a blood-stained knife, or a bag of fake passports. Inside of the drawer was a small prescription bottle, almost disappearing in the size of the drawer compared to the two pills that rattled inside of the same bottle.

“What the?” Alexander picked the bottle up and read the label. “Holy shit.”

I saw his face flush pale and then flash into red. Whatever was on that label set him off. I snatched it from him and read it, and then had to re-read it. When I was done, I read it one more time to make sure that I wasn’t just making something up in my head.

“Cytotec. For inducing miscarriages.” The words felt more like little prickly cactuses sticking in my esophagus. The implication of this was larger than either of us could have predicted.
 

“He was going to sneak those pills on you.”

I wanted to throw up. I held it back, but I almost dumped my lunch right there inside of Blake’s secret cabinet. That sick, fucking bastard was going to go that far so that he could avoid a scandal?
 

Growing up, I always counted myself lucky. It was a weird thing to count myself lucky for, but I did. I always said I was lucky for never interacting with a truly evil person. Everyone in my life was a guiding light, someone positive that only helped me in one way or another.

Blake was pure evil.

“I don’t know what to do.” I dropped the bottle like it was on fire, the pills clattering together as they rolled to the back of the cabinet. It was my go-to phrase--I don’t know what to do. In reality, I had a few ideas on what I should do. Most of them involved seriously maiming Blake with the end of a blunt object, but my logical side took over and stuck to saying that I didn’t know. It brought me time to figure things out and opened the door for some welcomed advice.

“This is beyond fucked.” Alexander tossed a book across the room, in much the same fashion I had envisioned earlier. Except, Alexander was much stronger so his book actually left a dent on the wall.

“We need to get out of here.”

I got up out of my squat, finally being able to breath.
 

“Leave that in there. I know for a fact that he didn’t fill out a prescription for those. If we leave them in there, then we can point someone to them.” He nodded towards the door. It was true, I wanted that dickbag behind bars, the only problem was that no one else under the sun wanted the same thing I did.

Well, except for Alexander.

Everyone else saw him as Blake, the smiley and handsome and charming celebrity doctor. No one knew him for the monster he really was.

So we needed to make sure there was proof to be found. If he did steal those pills, then that would definitely cost him his job, if it didn’t land him in jail.

We left the office, clicking the lock behind us and nodding politely at Kylie, her attention lasting a little too long on Alexander.

“This is crazy,” I said as we got into his car, the tan leather hot from the rays of the afternoon sun. I delicately grabbed the seat belt, trying to make sure that none of the scalding hot parts made contact with my skin. Thankfully, Alexander turned on the air conditioning to freezing cold levels as soon as he got in the car.