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Slapping my hands on my hips, I stare at the man I’ve loved for nearly half my life. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was necessary.” I cross my arms and huff. He’s lying to me and I don’t know whether to scream or cry, but I’m at work, so I maintain my professional composure. Mike groans, but he doesn’t come up to me like he normally would. “Baby girl, I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to stress you out for no reason.”
“So there’s nothing wrong with you?” I ask my son, who doesn’t seem to have any injuries with the exception of a little square bandage on his forehead and the tiny bruise.
“I’m good, but Dad’s not.” Mike gives him a look that means he’s in trouble.
“What? You were in the car too? What’s wrong?”
“He got hit harder,” my good boy answers for him.
“I’m fine.” He plays it off, but I know better. We’ve been married so long and when we’re in a room together he can’t keep his hands off me, even when I’m at work.
“The hell you are.” I went around the large station where Mike had pushed a wheelchair out of the way, so I couldn’t see it initially.
“Mr. Miller, it’s time for you to get back in bed,” Nurse Susie says, coming up from around the corner, looking adorable in her uniform, and eyeing my husband too fucking long. He’s not even looking at her; his eyes haven’t left mine.
“I’ve got him.” I grab the wheelchair and stick it behind him. “Sit.”
“It’s not your job,” she huffs.
“Did you not hear my wife?” Mike snarls, taking a seat in the chair.
I turn toward the bitch and say, “Honey, if you come anywhere near my husband, you’re going to need a wheelchair. I’ve dealt with women like you my entire marriage. He’s not interested, so move along.” It pisses me off that so many whores are out there intentionally trying to ruin marriages. Men and women stray, but damn, when hookers throw themselves in their path like that it’s like they need a cunt shot from my killer heeled boots.
No matter how many women make eyes at him, he ignores them. He’s turned down so many offers for training female fighters. Some of the female clients have been kicked out for hitting on him. He makes it extremely clear that there’s a ring on his finger, which means he doesn’t entertain offers of any kind.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I’m going to have a long talk with my husband because today will not be forgotten. I’m not talking about the stupid nurse. If I got mad every time a woman flirted with him then I’d never be happy. The same goes for me. Although it’s bold to do it right in front of me and when I’m her superior as well.
“What room?” I ask my son, refusing to speak to my husband.
“305,” my son says.
We don’t get ten feet from the nurse’s station when one of the paramedics comes in. “Oh, beautiful Dr. Miller. It’s good to see you today. I didn’t know you were on my shift. It must be my lucky day. You shouldn’t be pushing him. I can take care of that for you, dear.” Fuck. Now, it’s my turn for his temper and I know what that means. I squeeze my thighs together, anticipating the altercation while pressing my hand on Mike’s shoulder.
He takes that hand, holding it in his. “Not if you want to fucking live. If I were you, I’d never speak to my wife again, or it will be the last thing you do.”
“Oh. You’re her husband.”
“Yes, I’m the one who gave her that Miller name and that fucking ring that you so obviously ignored. You’ve got five seconds to get out of my face before I forget my ribs are broken.”
This is not the time to be horny, I mentally chant to myself, trying to hold back. Why? Why did the biggest flirt have to show up now?
He leaves and I continue pushing my husband to the room with our boy following behind us. “Here we are.”
“Son, step out of the room and close the door. In fact, take a walk down to the cafeteria and get some lunch. Your mother and I will be busy for a while. I need to remind your mother who she belongs to,” Mike commands.
“Oh, goodness. Please don’t tell me.” He covers his ears and walks out of the room.
“Lock the door, Dr. Miller,” Mike orders, voice rough and gravely.
“I shouldn’t. You have broken ribs.” His eyes are focused on me as he unties the scrubs bottoms.
“Lock it, or I will.” I do as he says, getting wetter by the second. “Now come here.” He cups my cheeks with his strong hand. “What’s your name?”
“Tina Miller.”
My heart’s racing in anticipation, pussy dripping, and my mouth is watering. “And who are you married to?”
