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Chapter one
The Man Who Changed my Mind
Olivia
I have had the worst luck for as long as I've known. And that week, I was reminded of all of it again. On Friday, I attended a close friend's parent's hundredth birthday party. My mother died during childbirth, and my father overworked himself to death trying to provide for me.
On Saturday, I attended the wedding of a colleague at the hospital. My boyfriend disappeared as soon as our daughter was born. On Wednesday, a close friend of mine had her third baby. I lost my daughter after she turned five.
I'm not listing all these things because I'm jealous of the people I've mentioned. I'm just trying to talk about how unlucky I am when it came to this game of life. The only thing I seemed to have lucked out on is my job here… no wait, that didn't work out properly. I wanted to be a medical doctor, but I ended up as a traveling auxiliary nurse.
It's not a bad job. I get to help the patients and work closely with the doctors to make their jobs easier. When I remember the faces of gratitude I got to see while I worked, I don't even complain. But… I felt so alone. I watched my friend circle get smaller and smaller. Everyone was getting married or forming new families. I was the only one who seemed unable to move on.
I tried… believe me, I tried. But when you get abandoned by someone who promised to marry you–who would have at least not disappeared when you were still pregnant, stayed an extra year to help out while you went to medical school while raising a child, or maybe stayed until your child died before moving on–you wouldn't even know if it would be worth trying.
"There's no point thinking so hard about it," I sighed as I tried to focus on the event.
My eyes were tired. I scanned the room and saw some of the younger nurses talking with some of the good-looking doctors who had come for the conference.
Another thing… I was twenty-eight, old news to most of those men. I didn't bother myself trying to get into the romance thing. Besides, who'd want to be with a woman who had already had a child once and lost said child?
It was different that day. Sitting next to me was a man who seemed to be in his early forties. Just like me, his eyes seemed tired. His brown hair was neatly drawn back, he had a trimmed beard and wore glasses that rested on his nose elegantly. His body was bulked with muscle but not extremely; and even while seated, he was taller than me.
He seemed like one of those sexy doctors in romance novels who was a sadist. I swallowed hard as I tried to peel my eyes away.
"If you stare too much, I'll blush," he said as he adjusted his glasses. His voice was gentle, but the baritone gave him a power boost.
Just like that, my eyes weren't so tired anymore.
"I'm.. I'm sorry," I apologized and looked away immediately.
He didn't say anything, and I could feel my heartbeat.
What was this? It was a new sensation. I could feel his gaze. I know I mentioned that I was old news to most men, but I did get the occasional lecherous gaze. Another thing my terrible luck didn't attack, it was my body: D-cup breasts, a gift from motherhood that didn't sag, thighs soft enough to rest a tired head as said by my ex-boyfriend, and childbearing hips–all a testament to what I once had.
What would it be this time? I wondered as I felt his gaze. Strangely, there was nothing lecherous about it In fact, he only focused on my face. He didn't seem disgusted. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and those tired eyes of his were accompanied by a smile. He noticed that I had caught him staring and looked away to focus on the event at hand. It was his gentle smile that didn't leave, even as he looked away, that drew me in.
"I guess it's your turn now," he offered.
My turn?
I racked my brain hard before realizing that he meant it was my turn to stare at him.
I'm sorry, stranger but unlike you, I'm actually a woman who will have sinful thoughts about you later because she has zero chances of doing anything with you.
I placed my hands on my thighs and took in a deep breath, then turned to scan his body properly. His arms were big and seemed strong, making me wonder how being hugged from behind would feel. The announcer said something, but I didn't care. Whatever he said caused my stranger and everyone else to clap. I shifted my attention to his hands, those big hands that made me realize almost instantly that they would do a magnificent job on my pussy if given the opportunity.
I got a little excited while thinking about it. Then my eyes went lower to his groin. He raised his left hand towards my face stopping me.
"Okay, that's enough," he said calmly.
"Hey, why are you interrupting me?" I frowned.
"I was expecting an innocent gaze, but I feel like I'm being touched sexually under your gaze," he replied, but he didn't sound offended in the slightest manner.
"Does it offend you?" I asked.
"No, that's the funny thing. You don't want to arouse me here," he warned in a whisper.
