“Are you on your period?Do you have cramps?”
“No, I just had my period a couple of weeks ago.”I wave to my journal, where I chart my symptoms and cycle regularly.“I won’t get it for a month or more.I’m not very regular.I have cysts.They hurt so bad, but… the Ob-Gyn says there’s no way I could feel that.”
His brow furrows.His hand still rests on my belly, and even though I’m in pain, I start imagining what would happen if he turned his fingers and slid them lower, between my legs.
“She’s wrong.A lot of patients feel pain from ovarian cysts.It’s very common.”
He’s so assuring, and I can’t hold back anymore.The dam bursts.“She said I have PCOS, but there’s no way I’d actually feel the cysts.She said I had to be imagining the pain.She said…” my voice catches, and I mumble the rest, feeling the tug of shame, “She said I just need to lose weight.”
Dr.Hunk frowns, and it’s chilling how handsome he is, even when he’s stern.“She didn’t prescribe something to manage your condition?”
I shake my head, feeling miserable.
For a second, his eyes blaze blue.It must be a bear thing.I’ve seen it before on Axel, his brother, and my pity prom date, but I don’t know what it means.We don’t know much about our, er, different neighbors, but we respect their privacy, and in return, they’d do anything for our little town.
“That’s not okay.”His voice is a guttural growl that sends goosebumps skittering up my arms.“You should never have to suffer like this.”
I nod miserably.He’s angry, but not at me.
“Maisy, listen to me.”He takes both my hands now and faces me.He’s so handsome I can barely look at him, but the moment feels more intimate than a doctor and patient.My shoulders relax for the first time in years.“One of the symptoms of PCOS is weight gain.There are ways to manage the symptoms, but our first priority is to address the pain.You don’t need to lose weight.You need a better doctor.And it isn’t your fault she was an idiot.And mean.”
I nod, my eyes smarting with tears.Geez, I can’t cry right now.I’ve already embarrassed myself enough around him.
But it feels so, so good to have someone listen to me.To have someone hear me out and rally to my side.
“You did a brave thing coming in today.Got that?”
I nod.
“I’m going to need to hear ayes, Matthias.”
Oh, damn.He sounds like one of the dommy heroes from my favorite romance novels.His smile softens the command, but the order makes my pussy clench.
Does he have any idea of his effect on women when he uses that dominating tone?
I straighten my shoulders, feeling better.It’s such a relief to have someone I trust listen to me, praise me, then tell me what to do.“Yes, doctor.”I could never call him Matthias.I owe him too much respect.
He nods, and I hear the echo ofgood girlspoken in his deep voice, even though he doesn’t say it.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he starts, but a creaking floorboard interrupts him.
“Doctor?”the front desk manager calls from the hall.“Jasmine Wilkins is on the phone.She’s freaking out.Oliver stuck a Lego up his nose.”
Dr.Hunk clenches his jaw.He half turns to go but pauses like he doesn’t want to leave.
“That sounds serious.You better go,” I whisper.It’ll give me a chance to run away and fake my death.I can’t believe I ended up getting Dr.Hunk as my doctor when I came to talk about female trouble.
Ugh.
“Dr.Matthias?”
“I’m coming.”His deep voice is so comforting.“Don’t move,” he orders me.
My pussy clenches again at his authoritative tone.
“I’ll be right back.”
I wait until the door closes behind him and slip off the bed.Time to make my escape.The clinic is in an old house.It’s been renovated, but an old bathroom is attached to this patient room.
