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I’d never been in love before, but I had the feeling I was already past the point of no return when it came to Creed. It might sound fast to some people, but… there was so much history. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to me.
I was falling for Creed, and I hoped I wouldn’t get hurt because of it.
Chapter Fourteen – Creed
The doctor that came was a Guild hire. He made house visits for Guild members, prescribed things that kept our medical histories away from the public eye. He could even get us certain things that a regular doctor at any old hospital couldn’t. Strong pain meds, drugs, even. I hardly used him, but that was because, before now, I never had a reason to.
I didn’t get hurt on the job, not often, anyway—and when I did, it was never anything major. No surgeries required. Nothing that a little sleep and some pain management couldn’t fix.
He was a middle-aged man, totally unassuming, and he came with a briefcase. He didn’t wear a doctor’s coat, but he did wear a snug suit. I introduced him to Taylor, and then he got to work, measuring her, weighing her, asking her a few personal questions.
If she was sexually active, how many partners she’d had…
I tried not to listen, but since I refused to leave the living room, where they were, I overheard. It shouldn’t shock me that she’d been with someone before me, but I couldn’t help it: I prickled with irritation, knowing someone else out there knew how her pussy felt wrapped around their cock.
Hmm. Maybe I should get his name from her, track him down, and eliminate him. Then I’d be the only man on this earth that knew the wonders of her body and all the sounds she could make.
But Taylor wouldn’t like that. She wouldn’t want me to kill someone just because they’d slept with her in the past.
Of course, she also didn’t know what I did for a living. Security; it’s the lie many members of the Guild told their partners if they were civilians, the de facto lie. If she knew that I killed, that my wealth had been built on blood and death, would she still accept the room, the bed, and all the clothes within?
Taylor had a kind soul. She wouldn’t want me to kill. I knew that. She was kind, even if she could be a little bratty sometimes. She was a good person. It’s why she’d stayed so long, why she’d put herself through hell for so long before coming to me. I’d given her my family’s number so she could contact me if she needed me, if anything bad happened.
Being abused by her worthless as fuck dad… Taylor should’ve called me sooner.
But she hadn’t, and so we were forced to deal with our current hand, such as it was.
“Now,” the doctor said, rifling through his open briefcase, which he’d set on the opposite end of the couch from where Taylor sat, fiddling with her fingers. “I’m going to give you a three-month supply with the lowest hormones. There are countless of others we can try if you decide you don’t like the side effects.” He set a small box on the couch. “If I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume everything is alright, and I’ll set up a mail cycle to send you a new case every three months.”
He took the box and handed it to Taylor. “You can start taking them tonight, if you must. Just start with the first Monday pill. Typically it’s advised to begin on the first Sunday after your last period to help with the transition, but…” He trailed off, probably because he knew we weren’t going to wait that long.
I couldn’t, anyway.
“Just make sure to set an alarm in your phone so you know to take them at the same time every day,” he instructed.
As Taylor opened the box and counted three individual packets of pills resting inside, the doctor straightened out. He closed his briefcase and picked it up, moving around the couch, toward me. I stood more towards the kitchen, my arms folded over my chest, a scowl on my face.
Yeah, I guess I was still pretty pissed off at hearing that she’d slept with someone else.
“Is there anything you’d like me to take a look at while I’m here?” the doctor asked.
“No,” I told him. “That’s it.” I led the doctor to the door.
“Alright. Well, I’ll have your account billed.” When he reached the door, he gave me a smile and shook my hand. He spoke loudly, so Taylor could hear, “Have a good day.”
“You, too,” I muttered, quick to shut and lock the door once he was out. I took my time in turning around, mostly because I needed to calm myself down. There was no need to be so insanely jealous over someone who was, in all probability, nothing more than a boy, just like the one she’d brought home after that party.
A boy. You could not compare a boy to me. We were on different levels entirely.
I walked to the living room, where Taylor sat, having not moved a muscle. The box with the pill packages still sat in her hands, and she angled her head up at me. “I guess I should set an alarm. What time should I do?”
I shrugged. “Probably sometime at night, when you know you’ll be here. Unless you want to set it for the morning, but then you’ll have to wake up early on the weekends.”
“Eight, I think, starting tonight.” She leaned over, reached in her back pocket for her phone, and pulled it out. She unlocked the screen, seconds from setting an alarm, when her brow furrowed and she glanced at me.
“What?” I asked, unable to read the look she gave me.
“My phone. It’s saying emergencies only.” She frowned. “I’m not connected to any network.”
