His darkest desire Episode 3 – 5

💙🧡💜 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 💜🧡💙

📖 Ciscawrites ✍️

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CHAPTER THREE:

Skylar 🖊️

I struggled so much with myself, at one point I even hated myself for even thinking about accepting Doctor Ivan’s request, for knowing this so-called Logan Greene and of all, for going back there at the first place.

I hated it, I really hated myself for it.

It’s crazy how just a few weeks ago I would never even imagine myself in such a position right now.

Being a psychiatrist, realizing what I meant to do and actually terrified about something.

Today is Friday, only five days I’ve worked at Van Nuys hospital but it’s all like a year. During this few days, he made my morning what I called a living hell.

Still the same annoying attitude, snubbing act, prolonged staring, annoying quietness, making me look the fool I ain’t.

I sat on my desk, trying to think of another strategy to get this done. If I have to play like he is doing, it would be nice, right?

And even if I wanted that plan as much as anyone would, it will only make out a mess.

I meant, nothing will seem to be helping matters at all.

I heard the sound of my door open and close. I walked out of my resting room to my office to see Vera with a coffee cup in her hand. We exchanged a warm smile as we sat down.

“Those aren’t for me, are they?” I asked even when I knew they were.

” They are. I thought you might want it to ease your day. Hurry it up or it gets cold. ”

I smiled, taking it from her. I sipped from it,” thanks. ”

” Come on, it’s nothing.” She tried convincing herself with those words. Even though it was, she still won’t believe it.

“How is Marco doing? It’s been long I last saw him, that was three weeks ago. ”

I swallowed the last sip of the coffee, with a heavy sigh accompanied.

Marco?

He’s my fiance. We were into this relationsh¡p since three years ago and everything has been working great for the both of us but under some circ-mstances when you tend to face the opposites.

Like they always say, everyday is not a good day. Somedays are meant to be bad to maintain balance. Maybe in my part, I’m only facing not just the bad part, but the worst.

Marco is someone every girl wishes to have. He had this charm little baby face that hid his age. He was tall, has this broad shoulder with a beautiful black eyes and a pointed nose which made him looked more cute than a twenty years old guy despite he was in his mid-thirties.

I met Marco at my final degree level at college. We both studied the same course but after his father died, he had no choice but to quit from his studies in order to oversee his father’s business.

No one ever knew his true background until when his father’s death became the topic of the town. Maybe it’s because he preferred keeping it to himself.

Two years later, we met again at a restaurant downtown when I went for a dinner with Vera. Then we knew each other newly so, we decided for a get together dinner.

Marco and I ended up falling in love, he promised me that we were gonna get married soon. He even got me a ring but I refused to have it on. It’s better off if we saw each other as couple-to-be and not already made couples.

“He’s doing great but…” I paused.

Vera noticed it, she frowned. “But what?” She asked inquisitively.

“He has been acting weird. He never eats whenever he returns. I’ve tried talking to him about it, all he’ll say is, he’s not hungry. Food aside, he’s getting hot tempered seconds after seconds. He is easily provoked, never wants to listen to my reasons. God! I’m f-cking tired of all of this. ” I said, trying desperately to put more strength into my voice.

“Look, you’ve got to understand something. People’s got choices. He might have somewhere else he eats or maybe he just figured out that getting home with an empty stomach isn’t something he can survive. You just have to see things the way it is. ”

” But it’s almost two weeks now. Sometimes I ask myself, are we still gonna make that kind of couples I’ve dreamt of? I try to believe he’s got reasons but all the same he should at least try some home made before going to bed. ”

” I understand, Skylar, I really do. It’s Marco, you have to endure. You know, sometimes he acts bossy all you have to do is wait till he gets back to himself. ”

I just wish I can really endure just as she has said, but I can’t, not anymore. Truth be told, it’s almost a year I’ve endured his annoying attitude.

And most times, I have to envy Vera and Tony’s relationsh¡p. They were the best couples you can ever wish to have.

I had almost forgotten about my dinner with Daniel. Daniel was one of my colleagues who had a crush on me a year ago. After he had found out about Marco and I, he had to quit the crushing.

Poor him.

💙🧡💜 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 💜🧡💙

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Skylar 🖊️

The weekend ran slow, placing me in my worst day… Monday.

I felt reluctant dressing up for Van Nuys hospital. I made sure I had the long scar on my face covered properly before heading to my car.

Since the night of Marco and I misunderstanding, which I can’t very much call our misunderstanding. He was the one who misunderstood me and that was one of the annoying part of him. He takes things too far.

No wisdom to understand things clearly and I’ll end up being his prey. Since then, we’ve never talked to each other and that didn’t bother me either.

I drove to the hospital with my bag Hing on my right arm. I pressed the button, letting the door open as slow as it can ever open.

He stood beside the window which faced towards the entrance gate but distracted when I dropped my bag on the table. I took out my jotter and pen heading for the stool beside the bed.

He left the window, coming to sit on his bed. In a strange, unforeseen way, things were starting to work out. I was already getting used to his snubbing act.

The only thing still getting in my nerves was his glaring attitude, but I didn’t have the heart to complain to him about it. It could become an uncontrollable habit.

Unknown 🖊️

She had a sculptured figure which was twine-thin. Her wa-ist was tapered and had a burnished complexion. A pair of arches eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes.

Her delicate ears frames a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel white teeths gleamed as she blew her carmine-red fingers. It was a pleasure her flowing, moon shadow-black hair.

Her enticing, constellation-green eyes dazed at him over her puffy, pouting l-ips, that are as soft as lilac.

She has bouncy personality and a scothing voice when she speaks.

Her eyes dazed at him for awhile, her green eyes crystal clear. ‘Do you have an improvement? Or is the panic attack still triggering? ” She looked down, them at him.” You know, I don’t mind if you don’t talk. I guess I’ll have to give you the same drugs and I won’t care if it causes you more damage. ‘

The faintest smile lifted on corner of his mouth. “Do you always have to be this disturbed? It doesn’t matter if I talked or not, does it? ”

” Well, it does to me. You can’t expect me to know how you’re fairing with your health if you don’t tell me. What do you expect? ” She said with an eyebrow raised.

Instead of getting an answer or a statement from him, she saw his eyes move to her forehead. Maybe he had just noticed the change of hairstyle or maybe…

She dressed her hair to cover the scar completely. If he had somehow seen it, it doesn’t matter, right? After all, it’s none of his business.

He looked at her, then at her forehead and again at her.

“Here take.” She said giving him a drug tablet to drink with a glass of water.

After he had gulped it down, he kept staring at her forehead.

“Y-”

“What happened to your face?” He interrupted.

” Nothing. ” She said looking away from his gaze.

He rose his hand to the direction of the scar, she shifted her face. His hand was halfway and made no effort to pull back, she let him have his way.

He shifted her hair and discovered not only the scar, but also the reddish mark on her cheek. He let her hair drop down, hiding the scar once more.

“Who did this to you?” He asked meanly. And for the first time, she sensed a part of concern in him… In his word.

“It’s none of your concern.”

He held her chin high to look at him, “Really?”

“It’s illegal for a doctor to have this discussion with her patient, especially when it comes to her personal life. It’s not necessary trying to find out because you won’t solve it. I don’t want to talk about this. ”

Trying to stand up, he dragged her to sit back. She frowned, ” what do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to make you talk.”

She scoffed, chuckling.” Trying to make me talk? ” She repeated. “Don’t waste your time, Logan Greene, cos I ain’t saying a shit. ” She tried to stand but his hand still held hers.

” Who. Did this to you? ” Now he was mean and serious.

But despite how fearful his voice had sounded, Skylar tried not to be scared.

“You really want me to tell you, huh? I can remember being a fool through out my first moments with you because I was trying to be so nice and caring to you. I can clearly remember how you ignored that I even existed. Now, you want me to answer your damn f-cking question? ” She scoffed, ” I’m sorry, but you’ll end up finding nothing if you keep persisting. My advice, you better act like you never noticed a thing. ” She repeated his words.

She forced her hand out from his grip. She blinked hærd at h, then packing her things.

She left …

Skylar 🖊️

Can you just believe what he said? Because I definitely can’t.

He wants to know what happened, and who actually did the marks on my face.

Was he really that concerned? Or was he only trying to find out for no reason?

Shrugs…

Does he even have a caring heart?
Why… Why does he wants to know?
What will he do even if I told him?

Urgh…

“Don’t get that in mind, Skylar”

“Who happened to your face? Who did this to you?” Did I heard him right, or is it just me imagining that?

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