"Look, all I'm saying is that we can see you're not happy with Derek." Elora whispers, writing down one of her patients, Mila Brown, a heart patient's vital statistics.

Elora's a cardiologist intern, Khascian's a radiologist intern, and I'm a neurologist intern. Khascian and I are on a break because our residents are much nicer than Elora's.

I sigh. "I've met someone...." I hesitated. "I'm willing to give him a chance."

Khascians gives me a knowing smile as Elora squeals. "Yes!" Elora puts her clipboard down and hugs both of us. "Y'all, I gotta go help Ms. Brown put on her heart monitor for her EKG and heart rate readings." Elora groans.

"Good luck, babes!"

Elora pouts, walking away, and Khassy turns to me. "Silas told me that you wanted to have an affair."

I rolled my eyes. "I wanted to give him a chance. I just want to be happy; ok, Derek's cheating on me anyway, and I also want to tell Elora about this. We grew up together, and we should be able to trust her."

Khascian sighs. "Fine, but what are you going to do when Derek wants a kid?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Over my dead body would my child be fathered by him."

"He's one of the preachers at our church people will be expecting, not to mention you've been married for three years, and your mother will be expecting a grandchild too."

"Derek...." I sigh; I can't tell Khassy. She has her own problems. "Let's talk about this later."

Khassy furrows her brows but nods. "Yea, sure–"

"Hey, have you guys seen Elora?"

Khascian and I look at the fine specimen in front of us. He's a doctor, not an intern, about six foot two with red curly hair and vibrant green eyes.

"Um, with patient Brown, CCU." (coronary care unit.) I answered.

"Thanks," he flashes us a smile and walks away.

Khascian looks at me with a look. "Damn, he's fine."

"Did you see that smile?" I remark as Khascian giggles. "I hope Elora fucks him. He's so fine."

"I know, right." That was not Khascian's voice.

Khassy and I yelp in surprise. "S–Silas?"

Vincent also comes into view. "You think maybe I'd have a chance with him too?" He fake pouts.

We both look at each other and back at the two.... passive-aggressive men.

"Wow, look at the time." I pretend there's a watch on my wrist. "Dr. Hall will not be happy to see us this late."

"Cut the bullshit, A'roya." Vincent rolls his eyes. "Who the fuck was that guy?"

Silas nods in agreement. "Yea, maybe we could...I don't know; go for coffee and talk about how hot he is."

"We were talking about how hot he is for Elora, not for us. He's not our type. He's....caucasian?" Khassy tries to save us and fails miserably.

Vincent furrows his brows and side-eyes us. "And what does that make us?"

I smile sheepishly. "Vampires?"

Vincent stares at me with an 'are you fucking serious' look before rolling his eyes. "There's a blood bank over there. I'mma go get myself a cold serving."

Silas sighs. "We're not done with this conversation Khassy. I can't miss an opportunity to drink cold blood."

"Why not just drink an alligator's blood? Or maybe a snake's?" I asked.

"Try and stop us, A'roya." Vincent rolled his eyes, waiting for me to do something, but I did nothing, and Khassy just pretended to be busy with her clipboard. "Exactly."

Vincent and Silas disappear, leaving nothing but a black mist.

"Aw fuck." Khascian groans. "I want to be able to cum while having sex."

My head jerks back at her crazy statement. "Eh?!"

"Silas likes to force me to hold back my orgasm as punishment. It's his favorite thing to do."

"Lord have mercy," I said, feeling a little jealous that Khassy and Elora get to have sex. "Dr. Kempter's having surgery in an hour and thirty on a patient with blood clots in the brain. I need to go watch."

Khascian's eyes bulged. "He said you could go in?"

I nod with a big smile.

"Let me not keep you lucky!"

I laugh, giddily walking over to the elevator.

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I don't know where Derek went after the dinner. He dropped me off and drove off somewhere. When I came back from work, he still wasn't here, but I didn't really care. It was very relaxing without him here. I was in the kitchen with very short shorts on. I wouldn't have this on if he was here; he'd force himself on me.

"I don't think you gon' make it, do not let me start ragin' I'm losin' my patience, this ain't stayin' in Vegas." (you ain't nothin' but a) I sang along. I love Doja.

Two very large hands wrap around my waist, causing me to yelp in fear. I didn't think Derek would be home. "You have a very fat ass."

"V–Vincent? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Can you stay still? I'm trying to fucking feel your ass." He said, gripping my butt, and I gasped. His hands are so close to my pussy.

"Stop, Vincent," I whispered as he cupped my pussy, rubbing it. I started contradicting my words, moving my hips to get more friction.

I moaned. "Ahh–oh, fuck, oh shit.." I covered my mouth and backed away from the smirking Vampire. "J–just because I suggested an affair doesn't mean you immediately get to have sex with me."

"Isn't that the point of an affair? You're with someone else while you're with someone else?"

I sigh. "Derek and I are kind of like roommates, except for the fact that he assaults me. Derek and I aren't having sex."

"No wonder why your pussy's arousal is stronger than it's supposed to be for a married woman."

I rolled my eyes, trying not to freak out at his crude words. "Let me get dressed up, and you can take me on a real date."

Vincent scoffs. "This is a very boring affair."

"I just want to feel loved, and you're already supposed to love me."

"Trust me; you'll feel very loved when I fuck you on your husband's bed."

"No, I'd feel fucked." I sighed. "I'm doing this because I just want to be happy ok, and sex comes after you make me happy."

Vincent nods, caressing my face. "But," he started. "You do realize you're mine, right?"

I scoff. "Whatever, Vincent, let me go upstairs."

"Let me watch you dress."

I pretended to think. "You watching me naked in my bedroom? No."