Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 20

Theo POV

As I rushed back to work, I was more awake and in a better mood. Now I had seen Bethany, and she looked good, a glow that she was missing when I first met her. I wanted nothing more than to push her back into her place, strip her down, and use her body multiple times. I liked the changes she made; she looked more vibrant and in control.

'Morning Doctor, you must have had a good time last night.' I frowned at the comment as I rushed to my office. Why would he say that? It was Drake, one of our anesthesiologists, who I think swings for the other side, but I am not sure and do not wish to offend him by asking. It was more about some of the comments he made while in the theater that gave me that impression. It makes no difference to his work performance; he is quick with a joke. I like the guy, just not in that way. I prefer a woman's body to snuggle up with at night.

After a quick visit to the wards, two male patients were released, and they were lucky enough to have someone to look after them when they returned home. I replace that the main problem with these heart patients is that most think now they have had surgery, life can go back to how it was, and this is not the case; they need to have a change of lifestyle, a better eating plan, and in the last patient's case, start some exercise. Sorry to say, many go back to old habits, and I can do little to nothing about that. It is their life choice, and sadly, you give someone a chance for a better life, and they throw it away and fall back into habits. Not all, just mostly older men, have fallen back into a habit and, for some reason, can't or don't want to change their old lifestyle. I found it was a woman who had taken the hit against mortality that tends to make changes needed faster, or maybe it was the man behind the woman who had helped push the changes. Not wanting to lose the love of their life, a woman may cave into the male's wishes more often than a man will take it from the woman. Males tend to see it as nagging, and pushing them to make the necessary changes to diet and exercise is more challenging. There is not much I can do, but I can repair what I can and hope they make even a tiny change. There are three surgeries today. Two are what we call cabbage, multiple heart bypass. One is a young child who has a hole in his heart and some artery issues. He was born with a defect. We patched the hole when he was still in the womb, but now he is out and stronger, we can do a proper repair and fix the arteries that are also deformed. How the child survives is beyond me. He is a little fighter, that is for sure.

The day flew by. Drake was with me today, and he talked about the coming weekend, and I am not on call this weekend. I have three other doctors in our little private hospital, and we share the on-call, so none of us take the burden all on our shoulders. That is different if it is one of our patients and not a new one. We are expected to be called in to attend to one of your patients, but hopefully, I get to have a weekend off and spend it with my new neighbor.

That thought alone helped me get through my day. I did the little boy's surgery first, and it was a success, better than I had expected. He is a strong little tyke, and it is good when I can finish a day and not lose a client. As bad as that sounds, most reach me when things are at their worst, and being still alive is often by a thread, and they expect a miracle. Sometimes, I can give them that, but most times, it is a repair job to keep them alive until they are well enough to survive another surgery.

I never lost the smile all day and got a lot of comments about it. I even heard some of the nurses gossiping about me being in a good mood. One suggested I must have got laid. The other defended me, saying I often smiled. We don't seem to see them often as they are too busy with our jobs. Was I happy being the talk of the halls? No. Was I going to do anything about it? Nope, let them wonder for a little while; it keeps them away from trying to catch and proposition me alone.

I made it back to my penthouse by six, early for me, and I was pleased to be home earlier than usual. I am a heart doctor and know the risks, so I should heed my own advice to patients, and I cannot expect them to follow it if I don't take that advice myself. After a quick shower and throwing on jeans and a T-shirt, I headed to Bethany's penthouse. Outside her door, I could smell the food from there, and my stomach growled, reminding me I had time for a sandwich for lunch and a few quick sips of coffee before I headed back into the theater. I should look at changing my schedule. I need to have a proper break, or I might end up being on the receiving end of heart surgery.

Hesitated, I stood outside her door, wondering if I should knock, and then wondered why I would suddenly need to do that after I had not done that since we had met. I was bold enough to just walk in each time, whereas with the previous owner, I would knock. But then, she was chasing a wealthy man, and I did not want to be on her radar, so I avoided her more than to do what I was doing to Bethany.

I liked that she did not growl at me for walking in. She gave me some tips about knocking on a lady's door; she might be in her pajamas. But I laughed at her and said that would be a bonus to me, and I had given it as a joke. She blushed but did not pursue it again. I had to be careful around Bethany. I was already starting to get hard. Just thinking about her, how can a woman get under my skin so fast? If I asked my mother about this, she would say, I met her when she was vulnerable, and I am a knight in shining armor, and I wanted to be there if she still needed the said knight. I have a feeling my sisters would say the same.

Taking a much-needed deep breath, I turned the handle, pleased it was not locked, and walked in. The aroma of the food was much stronger here; I could smell the garlic, and if I had to guess, either spaghetti or something Italian, my stomach grumbled again. Soft music played, and I noticed the balcony door slid open, the curtains blowing in the light breeze. This setting seemed to me romantic, or I was hoping it was; my hardening member just hardened a little more, making it a little painful as it pushed against the zipper of my jeans.

Then Bethany walked in through the balcony door, and my breath stopped; there before me, with the moon silhouetting her head in the center of the full moon, was an angel in shorts and a T-shirt, bare feet, and a smile that radiated warmth. I thought my heart stopped at the sight. If you tried, you could not have timed the full moon to be in that position; it was an ethereal moment, and I took it all in. The walls I had before were now down, and I wanted to forget the meal and feast on her body; she was so beautiful. Her hair is shorter and has curls, I loved her long hair, but this is just as sexy.