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Chapter one
Intrusion into a Disorganized Life
Ethan
My life had always been one clumsy, full of mess and disorder. But she came, and for the first time in a while, everything seemed in order. Everything was precise. Her soft moans were in my mouth as we kissed. I treasured the gentle way she caressed my hair and even paid attention to my body as well.
It was just a kiss, but it was sorting out a lot of things I didn't know were in a state of disorder. I didn't want to forget this feeling, or I’d return to the clumsy chaos my life used to be.
They say if a man keeps a particular item in a particular spot, and you ask that man where said item is, as long as it hasn't been tampered with, the man will tell you where to find it. You might think that only applies to organized men; but in most cases, you won't be asking an organized man where to find something because you know he will be careful about putting things where they are meant to be.
In major situations, the person you'd have to ask will be unorganized or careless because they have a habit of putting things where they aren't meant to go. Yet these slobs can find them because they have a system to sort it out.
This is not the same in my case: I am Ethan Sullivan, thirty-five years old and the middle child of the Sullivan brothers and the oldest twin. Compared to my kind older brother, I'm sneaky; and compared to my genius younger brother, I am aloof. As a surgeon, I've honed my skills to the point that the work of my hands is considered machine-like, considering how precise and detailed I am.
I save lives due to how careful I am. But that ability only comes when it's time to save a human life. If my hands were not in the operating room and need to handle other tasks that don't involve the scalpel, I am effectively careless and scatterbrained.
It doesn't stop there. I make jokes every time. I'm regarded as a social butterfly, but I become a bee: my words sting harder than they should. I am not even aware of it. I have my moments when I get my things together; but most of the time, when it concerns paperwork or conversing with people to get my feelings across, I have butterfingers.
So, I hide my true feelings behind laughter and jokes. If only I knew what it cost me.
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I was at the peak of life, living a comfortable lifestyle…well, not all that comfort, considering the fact that I had to spend time saving lives. I enjoyed the work, don't get me wrong, but even with facemasks, you can't get used to the smell of medicine and blood.
You need a break. What better way to have a break as a doctor than with a woman?
Well, there are other ways…My older brother, Ben, would rather find a way to take care of his daughter Chloe. Ian my younger brother, hmm, I've never really thought about what he'd do during his free time or to relax. I picture him as the kind to just sit still and read a book.
For me, I'd love to wine and dine a beautiful woman…or several. There is no need to settle down. Why would there be? If a woman met me, she'd only want to be with me because of my wealth or stamina in bed, as if with someone who even forgets her name.
"Where is your scatterbrained mind now?" she asked as she fed me a grape.
This was girl number…I don't know. All I remember is that she was one of my favorites.
"Just thinking about life," I said as I turned my eyes to her.
She had hair as black as night, and greedy eyes. She was good at what she did. I could afford her tastes with ease.
"Am I part of the life?" she asked.
"Nights like this, you're part of it, Elizabeth," I replied.
"I'm Gabrielle, not Elizabeth," she sighed.
"What? Really?" I raised my brows. "You're almost as good as she is, if not better."
"You really are scatterbrained, aren't you?" she asked with a sigh. "You're not supposed to compare the women you sleep with."
"Lesson learned," I acknowledged. "Are you going to get to work now or continue complaining?"
"Damn you," she spat and rolled her eyes. She kissed my chest.
She continued to kiss my chest down to my stomach and finally got to my pubic area. She held my dick and stroked it gently. She kissed the tip and started to suck on it. Then she swallowed the rest of me. I threw my head back in pleasure. My left hand reached for her head, caressing her for doing a good job.
"You know I've been thinking," she said as she let go of my dick and got ready to impale herself. She rubbed my dick against her pussy, thereby soaking the condom with her juices.
"I don't think this moment calls for an 'I've been thinking'," I muttered.
