Days passed and my mind constantly went back and forth. Should I go see Owen or not. I'd never played this game before. No man had ever drilled her way into my head like Owen did. Normally I fucked them once and never looked back. I didn't just want him once though. I wanted her over and over again. Explore every inch of those big muscles.
The decision was already made for me. There was no way I could go another day without seeing him. I left the MC clubhouse against Emily's wishes. She thought I needed more rest before riding my motorcycle. I told her a man and his bike should never be parted. Emily didn't argue.
I approached my 2015 Harley Softail Slim with a smile. She was all black with “Hollywood” handlebars. She set me back ten grand but was worth every penny. One of the boys must have rode her here from the Stinky Goat—probably one of the prospects. He better not have damaged her. I quickly checked the paint for any chips or dings. It all looked good to me.
I swung my leg over and let my weight bring the bike down. I plugged my key in and hit the ignition. The familiar roar of the engine brought a grin to my face. I raced out of the line of parked motorcycles and hit the open road. I didn't even bother wearing my helmet. The wind blew through my shaved head as I weaved in and out of cars. Fuck safety...and the police.
I took my black Ray-Bans off when I reached the hospital. I parked in front and stared up at the giant skyscraper. The sudden realization that Owen was a doctor hit me. The men I'd normally been accustomed with were mostly bartenders. Owen was professional, intellectual, and way out of my league.
No wonder he didn't want to go out with me. I played with the idea of leaving with my tail between my legs. But I was Ares King. Member of the Devil's Hellions MC. Guys formed lines to suck me off.
Owen would be mine. Nothing would stop me.
The ER was dead as I strolled in, a lone nurse was standing behind the counter. She wore pink scrubs and was head-deep into some paperwork. “Hi there,” I said in a low voice, my charm literally oozing out of me.
The nurse looked up and flushed immediately. Her chest heaved up and down as she gazed at me behind her lashes. “What can I help you with?”
I played around with a pen on the counter, averting eye contact. “I'm looking for Doctor Holmes.” I glanced up at her. “Do you know where he is?”
The nurse gulped. “Umm, I believe he's taking a nap in room seven.”
The information was easy to obtain. Hopefully Owen wouldn't yell at her later. It's not her fault she was putty in my hands. “Thank you so much.” I dropped the pen on the counter and swaggered down the hallway.
Up ahead a familiar doctor walked down the hall. It was her—Doctor Blue or Green—I couldn't remember which. What was she still doing here? Why didn't Owen get her fired or arrested?
She was different than before though. She kept her eyes trained to the floor with her shoulders slouched forward. My hands balled into fists and I thought about ending it all right here. One twist of her neck and the bitch would never be able to touch Owen ever again.
But by looking at her, I knew, this woman would never harm a living soul again. She was safe...for now.
As I walked by, the doctor raised her head and her eyes went wide as they met mine. I raised my fists and cracked my knuckles, winking at her. The doctor went flying down the hallway screaming incoherently. I chuckled to myself and continued down to room seven.
I opened the door to discover Owen laying peacefully on a hospital bed in a dark and empty room. I sat down in a chair and watched him sleep. His lips were parted just a little as he inhaled and exhaled. His blonde hair was all messed up across the pillow. Owen's chest expanded and contracted with every breath. He looked so serene.
“How long have you been there?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes.
I leaned back in the chair. “Only a few moments. I didn't want to wake you.”
Owen sat up and yawned. “Don't you think this is a little creepy?”
Creepy? Maybe it was but I couldn't help myself, he looked so good while he slept. “I didn't mean to alarm you.”
“No it's fine. The nurses jostled me awake for every small little thing. I might have a heart attack one day. So what are you doing here?”
That was a good question. Could I tell him that I couldn't stop thinking about him? No, that would be way too forward. Keep your cool, King.
“I just wanted to thank you for saving my life.”
She smiled. “You've already thanked me a million times. I was just doing my job. I should be the one doing the thanking. You saved me from that monster.”
I nodded. “I saw that doctor in the hallway. So he's still working here?”
Owen sighed and his eyes went dark. “I thought about filing a complaint or going to the police. But have you seen the woman? Taking away her career just feels wrong. He's now a shell of a woman.”
My blood was boiling with rage. Just the thought of her hurting Owen again made me want to do something bad.
Owen reached out for me and his warm hand instantly calmed me down. “I don't think she's going to stay here much longer anyways.”
I nodded. I'd keep an eye on her. Make sure nothing ever happened like that again. “It was good to see you, Owen.” I stood up and brushed off my jeans.
He looked confused and desperate as I walked to the doorway. “Leaving so soon, Ares?”
“I have a lot to do today and not enough time to do it.” That was a complete lie. I had absolutely nothing to do today. I opened the door and began to walk away.
“I want to take you up on your offer,” he murmured. His words made me stop in my tracks. “I'll get a drink with you.”
I turned back. “When is your shift over?”
Owen glanced down to the small watch on his wrist. “Still have three hours left.”
“I'll pick you up at ten.” I left the room without giving him a second look but I knew he was beaming at me. He didn't know it yet, but he was already mine.
I walked by the same nurse at the counter and winked at her again. She melted in her shoes. I could kill a man with all this confidence.