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Sinful Doctor: Chapter 8

“Another old fashioned?” Sloane, my brother, calls out from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I shout back, smirking as I watch my phone for her response.

He walks in, handing me my drink and I lock my phone down. I watch as his brows raise, a knowing look on his face.

I shrug my shoulders up as he takes a seat on the sofa opposite me and my phone buzzes in my lap.

I smirk, my fingers dancing over the screen as I reply.

“Who you texting and smiling at?”

My eyes lift to his.

“None of your concern,” I lock my phone for a moment but it buzzes instantly.

And I know that’s happening, he told me yesterday that she was coming over, but what he hasn’t told me is that he cheated on her and she dumped his sorry ass. The thought of her being here still heats me up in a way I can’t explain. Possessiveness claims a spot deep in my chest at the thought of her coming here, the thought of him trying it on with her again.

No fucking way.

She is mine.

Mine.

Mine.

“So what’s new with you? How’s that beautiful girlfriend of yours?” Slipping my phone inside my pocket. And yes, I know I am playing with fire, but I kind of don’t care.

“Not a lot, she caught me fucking about with two chicks…” he says blasé as if it isn’t a big deal and I have to try and control myself. Fingers tightening around my glass, I bring it to my lips and take a mouthful, coating my tongue in the bitter warmth.

“And?” I eye him.

“And she had a few of them DM her inbox…”

“So you fucked up more than once then?”

He nods.

But there is no remorse and that’s what gets to me the most.

“And what is your reasoning for asking her over tonight?”

“To make it right. She’ll take me back, she always does.” He takes a mouthful of his own drink and I squeeze my eyes shut for just a moment and inhale deeply. “Plus, she’s an easy lay. Guaranteed I’ll have her sucking my cock then bouncing on it by ten.”

I am fucking livid. Grinding on my molars because I need to bide my time. I will not bite back.

Not now.

“We shall see,” bile forms in my throat, but little does my brother know that my cock was buried inside her and I intend to have it inside her again in his apartment.

The buzzer rings and we both stand, my eyes cast over my shoulder as I look at the door.

Heart beating hard in my chest, fingers tingling, emotions swirling deep inside of me.

Sloane stands a little taller, rolls his shoulders back and strolls towards the door with some cock sure arrogance persona surrounding him.

What a prick.

I turn slowly, watching as he opens the door and when he does, her eyes replace mine in an instant.

I’ve got her.

HARPER

I’m a bundle of nerves as I ride the elevator to the penthouse. I am not interested in rekindling my relationship with Sloane.

He knows me too well though. He thinks he can sweet talk me with broken promises just to have me on my knees, begging, then no doubt sucking his cock and I dry heave at the thought.

But not now.

Even if Seb wasn’t in the picture I would have never gone back to him.

The doors ping and I inhale sharply as I walk down the long corridor towards his apartment. Pressing the buzzer, I wait for a moment. The doorknob twists and my heart is now jack hammering inside my chest, but when he opens the door, my eyes don’t even land on him.

They land on Seb.

Who is standing, one hand tucked inside his pocket, the other curled around a whiskey glass and suddenly, all my nerves are gone.

“Harper,” Sloane says softly, breaking my gaze.

“Sloane,” my tone is short as I shrug my denim jacket off and drop it into his hands as I walk into the apartment. Head held high, hips swaying as my heels click along the tiled floor.

I feel good.

I look good—I think.

And I know Sloane is wondering what the fuck is going on, but I couldn’t give two fucks about what he thinks.

“Can I get you a drink?” Sloane appears at my side, hand sliding around my back and curling around my hip over the tight black mini-dress I am wearing.

“Please.”

“Your usual?” he asks, knowing that I’ll go for the same boring chardonnay like I always do.

“No, I’ll have what he is drinking.”

“An old fashioned? Are you sure? I bought plenty of chardonnay.”

“Yes I am sure,” I turn to look at him, “I’m all about trying something new, I took a leaf out of your book, Sloane. You see, you didn’t want to settle with me so you dipped your dick into as many rotten vaginas as you could… even when I caught you, you didn’t care. Just let those girls keep doing what they were doing so, good news Sloane… keep doing you, boo,” I pat him on the chest and saunter my way over to where Seb is standing and take a seat on the sofa.

Holy fuck I feel sick.