"Darling you look perfect tonight..."

~Ed Sheeran

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You have successfully completed your training and earned your title as the youngest oncology doctor at 'Harmony's Hospital'. Congratulations Ms. Forbes or should I say Dr. Forbes." Dr. Smith states proudly in front of the whole staff.

Applauds fill the whole room and I can't seem to contain my happiness. My residency is left but still, my training is over.

"Really? What's why you didn't call me in much?" I ask Uncle Smith.

"Yeah. Now you are not in training but a doctor. Fun days are over." Uncle smiles at me.

"I can't believe it." I tear up and hug my Uncle tight.

The whole time there goes in everyone congratulating me. I sit in my car with a big smile on my face. I can't wait to tell Christian.

I speed up to my house and pull up in my driveway. I check the house but can't see him anywhere. The sound of a ball dribbling makes way to my ears.

I walk into the backyard and...

Holy moly!

He's shirtless playing basketball. His muscles stretching as he throws the ball into the hoop perfectly.

It's like he sensed that I am standing behind him, and turns around.

He opens his arms wide for me so I can jump into his arms. I run wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his bare waist. My big smile widens even more if that's even possible.

His arms go around me holding me up. I pull away and hold his face in my hands and look down at him.

"Christian you won't believe what happened today!" I practically scream out.

He chuckles. "What happened?"

"You are looking at the youngest and official Doctor of oncology at Harmony's Hospital." I beam.

"What? No way!" Christian exclaims.

"Way way."

With that he presses his lips onto mine for a congratulatory kiss. I tighten my legs around him to prevent the clitches.

Ya know, clitches?

Clit twitches.

He is the only guy that could bring me to my knees at any time. And honestly, I am scared of that. Scared of what I feel.

Christian, breaks the kiss puts his forehead against mine.

"Well, I was going to wait but.." He trails off.

"But what?"

"Dr. Victoria Forbes." I chuckle at this. "Would you give like to go out on a dinner date with me?"

"No." I counter.

His face falls.

"I would love to." I laugh.

"You sneaky little." He puts me down and then throws me over his shoulder.

He takes me inside and throws me on the couch and climbs on top of me.

"You are a naughty, naughty, girl, my dear Victoria." He says huskily in my ear.

His lips come closer to mine and close my eyes waiting for his lips but they never come in contact with mine. I open my eyes to see him smirking at me.

"A naughty girl is ought to be punished."

Punished?

"Yes punished."

Oh, I said it out loud.

"Yeah, you did."

Shit. The thing this man does to me.

He rests his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to me and starts tickling me.

"CHRISTIAN!!"

"Say I'm the sexiest and hottest man alive. I'll leave you."

"No that's so cliché and childish. I don't wanna lie." I laugh out.

"Say it." He says ignoring me.

"No. We are not some cliché Wattpad characters."

"Say it." I'm ignored again.

"Okay. Okay." I give. "You are the hottest and sexy guy alive."

"That's more like it. Now go get ready. We leave in half an hour."

"What?"

"Yeah."

With that, I run into my shower for a quick shower.

I pick out a dress. It's a white dress and is short and a cross on my stomach area. I pair it with my nude heels. I take my small purse along with it.

I apply my makeup and leave my hair in waves and wear my gold rings and bracelets.

I make my way outside my room, once I am satisfied.

Before I can step into the living room, I hear Christian talking to someone in Italian. Probably on the phone.

"Non mi interessa, ma se le succede qualcosa, personalmente ti pagherò una visita." He lets out frustratedly.

Something happens to who? Pay who a visit?

"No, non voglio sentire niente Marco. Fai come dico." He whisper yells, but loud enough for me to hear.

Marco? Who's Marco? What's happening??

"Non chiamarmi ora!" He orders.

I think he hung up.

I take it as a cue to make my presence known.

"Christian?" I call out softly causing his eyes to snap towards me.

His eyes are wide. "Wow."

I blush and look down smiling.

He comes up to me and lifts my chin for me to meet his eyes.

"You look beautiful. So beautiful that it should be illegal to look this beautiful."

I blush. "You look handsome as always."

He chuckles and gives me his arm. "Shall we?"

I put my hand around his arm and nod at him smiling.

We make our way outside to my mustang.

He opens the door for me helps me sit in the car.

Well people, I guess chivalry is not dead.

He is always such a gentleman.

I give him and quick thank you and then we are off.

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We finally reach and are at an Italian restaurant.

Huh, the irony.

The valet takes the car keys and Christian once again opens the door for me.

I hook my hand with his arm and we make our way into the restaurant.

I've been here a few times. It's really good.

"I have a reservation under Christian Amore."

The girl at the reception looks into the reservations.

"Yes, this way Mr. Amore."

She leads us to a corner table. A beautifully decorated table. With candles and flowers.

Christian pulls a chair for me and I get seated. He goes and takes his seat.

A waitress comes to give us the menu.

"What can I give you for drinks?" Oh, she's Italian as well.

"Avrò del vino rosso, grazie." I reply back.

"Oh tu parli italiano." She smiles back.

"Si. E tu Christian??" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I will just take water please." He clears his throat.

"I get your orders soon. Enjoy." She smiles at us.

Christian is looking at me while I am giving him an innocent smile.

"So, you speak Italian?"

"Hmm." I let out. "You are not the only one here."

"About that--"

I cut him off. "Not now. Let's just please enjoy and you tell me about yourself."

"What do you mean?" He asks back.

"What I mean is I barely know you and I want to know the guy I am on a date with," I state the obvious.

"So what do you wanna know?"

"Where are you actually from?" I ask.

"Italy." He answers.

"City?" I question.

"Rome."

"Any siblings?"

"No. I'm the only kid." He replies.

"What about your parents? You never said anything about them?"

An emotion crosses his face. "They live in Italy. But nowadays my dad is somewhere in the US, he's probably leaving soon. My mom's back in Italy."

"So what are you doing here?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I came here with my Dad but then I was attacked so here we are..."

There is a small pause but I question the thing that has been bugging me ever since.

"If you are here with your Dad it means that you'll leave with him soon?"

He looks at me with a little guilt. "I.. I am--"

He is cut off by the waitress that came with our drinks and we are now ready to order.

"I'll have the Panzanella." Christian orders.

"And I will have the Risotto please. with a glass of Barbera d'Alba" I order.

The waitress goes away leaving us in awkward tension.

"I don't want to leave Victoria." The silence is broken by him.

"Then don't." I counter.

"I have to. I don't have a choice and trust me I never want to leave you here." He holds my hand from across the table.

I put my hand on his face from across the small table. My long nail softly tracing his beautiful features.

I put my hand on his cheek and he leans into my touch. He places his hand on mine, taking it to his lips and gently kissing it.

He leans from the other side of the table and I do too until our lips meet each other in a small soft kiss.

We sit silently at our table holding each other's hand until our orders come.

"Here are your orders. Enjoy your evening."

We thank her with a soft smile.

We eat in silence and in between Christian gives me a bite of his food and I do the same.

Our eating is interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

The screen reads 'Uncle Smith.'.

I pick up. "Hello?''

"There was an attack on the University your cousin studies in and we have major casualties and many are injured. We need the whole staff ASAP." He rushes out.

Shit got even better.

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