I strut with purpose as I enter the hospital. Wearing my favourite pair of heels which so happens to be a shiny and smooth red in colour, I make my way up to the front desk.

When the nurse there looks up at me in question, I waste no time in saying, "Dr. Romano, please."

She pauses before picking up the handset that was still old fashioned, especially judging from the long coil-like cord that was still attached to it, "Name please?" She already begins dialing a few numbers.

"Miah. Just Miah," I reply in response.

She nods in understanding before looking away from me and speaking, "He has a surgery in an hour and other appointments. I'll see if he can squeeze you in. You can have a seat," She states, already looking at something new as she holds the phone the phone to her ear.

Her hair, that I could tell was once in a perfect bun, was now frizzed out, and despite knowing that she was quite young in age, there were still tired lines that marred her face from lack of sleep and exhaustion.

My response is almost instant, "That won't be necessary," I say referring to the latter of her sentences.

Her eyes snap up to me immediately, as if she wasn't expecting such a confident, or rather arrogant reply, or even any at all.

Her lips downturn, but before she could speak to me, it is clear that a voice on the other side of the phone begins talking which makes her stand up straighter.

"Yes, sir. There is a Miah here to see you," Her eyes never leave mine, and I return her stare with nothing but a polite smile and kind eyes.

It takes approximately four seconds of the other person speaking before the nurse is nodding her head vigorously, obviously forgetting that they couldn't see her.

As if she suddenly remembers, she vocalizes her response, "Yes, sir, I understand." Without waiting for a reply, she places the phone back on its holder. "You can go right up."

Sending another bright smile, I thank her before making my way towards the elevator, adjusting my dress and fixing my hair.

Right before the elevator door closes, I catch a glimpse of Dr. Falcon, or rather Roy, as he makes his way to the front desk, and if the big and lively smile on the nurse's face isn't an indication that he was obviously flirting with her, then I wasn't sure what was.

He looks around absentmindedly for a moment before his eyes find mine, and I find myself sending him a small wave. It was short, and he didn't have time to express any salutations since the doors to the machine closed. The only thing that was an indication that he recognized me was the sudden rigidness of his poster as he straightens his back, and the smile that he was so eagerly showing to the nurse a few moments ago, disappeared.

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When I see that familiar one-way glass come into view as soon as I step off the elevator, I smile— literally— to myself— since I can see myself walking towards his office because of the mirror.

I use that time to ensure that I looked put together enough and although it was clear that it really was a one-way glass, I still find myself staring extra hard to ensure that I really couldn't see through it and it was only my reflection staring back at me.

I release a sigh when I stand in front of Enrique's door. I knew that he knew that I was coming up, and he was able to see that I was walking towards the office even though I couldn't see him, but I still knock.

Instead of telling me to come in like I'd expected, he swings open the door before I even finish my second knock.

I nearly stumble off-balance before I catch my footing and look up at him.

He smiles down a breathy smile at me, one as if he was relieved to see my face after so long when in fact it's only been two days.

I still find myself smiling up at him because I knew how rewarding times like this was. We talked on the phone everyday, some days longer than others— even video chatted— but it was just better and different to see each other in person.

He doesn't even say anything as he steps to the side and allows me to pass through the doorway.

I waste no time in stepping into the room. He shuts the door behind me and leans against it. I watch as he folds his arms across his chest, my eyes travelling down his body to admire his fit for today.

Judging from the blazer resting on the handle of his chair, I knew that he wore a three-piece suit today but maybe some time during the day, he took the blazer off. He was now just in his plain white dress shirt that had the first two buttons unbuttoned.

My eyes then travelled to the small pendant that rested in the middle of his chest and went around his neck in the form of a small chain. Lastly going to the slightly-tight slacks that were adorned on his thick legs which were crossed at the heel as he stares at me, has me taking slow steps towards him before craning my head upwards.

My eyes follow the movement when he takes his bottom lip between his teeth at our proximity. Softly and barely audible, "I was just going to call you," He murmurs into my face.

I bring an arm up to rub against his arm, "Were you?" I say softly as I watch my fingers move up and down his arm in a slow, seductive manner.

I finally look up to him once again, seeing as his head turns to watch the action as well, his tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

By the time he turns back to face me again, my face is already a breath away from his. I brush our lips, pulling back instantly when he moves forward to kiss me which results in his head following after me.

I release an open-mouthed smile as I repeat the action again, watching as Enrique's lips continually search for mine before I'm pulling back once again.

Enrique's parted lips quirk up at the corners at my teasing. Despite this, he seemed to be growing tired of the games that I was playing, leading him to join our lips together instantly, pulling me closer to his body by my waist, his fingers tightly fisting the material of my outfit.

As soon as our lips connect, Enrique releases a deep groan from the back of his throat, his free hand moving to grip my hair tightly to push my face closer to his.

I try to follow his fast-paced movements, not expecting this to escalate so quickly. He was kissing me like he was starved and I was his only source of food. Like he couldn't breathe and I was his only source of oxygen.

With one hand resting on the back of his neck and the other fisting the material of his dress shirt, I walk backwards uncoordinatedly when he begins his journey until I'm falling on the long three-seater couch that was placed in the corner of the room.

I let out an unattractive squeal at the fall since our lips disconnected from the impact. Enrique doesn't even allow me to breathe for a millisecond before his lips are back on mine feverishly, one hand making sloppy movements to rise my dress above my hips.

I allow him access by thrusting my hips upwards.

I then press the back of my head against the couch to free my lips from his once more, it becoming hard to breathe from the way our lips were meshed together and our noses smashed together.

If he gets the cue, he ignores it because the next thing I know is that he's instead pressing his body into mine and tilting his head to kiss me deeper.

I gently push against his hard chest for him to further get the signal, and this seems to make him understand because he quickly removes his lips from mine to stare down at me longingly.

We both release shallow and quick breaths which has Enrique's chest heaving heavily from above me.

Without saying anything, he quickly moves to my neck, eager for any type of contact that his lips could have on my body.

"Enrique," I manage to moan out. My fingers begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, my fingers quickly reaching under the material when enough buttons were undone for me to do so.

My fingers barely have time to fully appreciate the hard slabs on his chest before the hand that isn't supporting his body on the couch above me, grips onto both of mine so that they could stop their movements. He recoils at the touch, his body tensing under my contact.

My eyes meet his just in time to see him look away from me before closing his eyes tightly, "Just give me a fucking minute," He curses miserably, the hand that was gripping tightly onto my own, now moving the massage and adjust the bulge between his thighs.

I manage to crack a smile despite his annoyance, "Hey, I'm the one who was trying to get you to slow down," I place my tongue between my teeth to stop a laugh from bubbling up my throat.

When his sexual frustration dies down, he playfully rolls his eyes and inches closer to me, his eyes suddenly losing all childish antics when he stares back down at my face. His eyes then refocus on my neck, where he lifts a single finger and caresses a specified spot that has me shivering, "I know, baby, but you just make it so fucking hard,"

My breathing increases at his words and I wasn't sure what had his lips twerking up at the corner as his eyes focus on my neck, but he soon makes that abundantly clear with is next statement, "You're carotid artery just increased about ten more beats per minute." He moves a thumb to swipe over said artery, I suppose, before placing his lips on the same place his fingers touched.

Unlike his previous hasty movements, however, he's moving his lips so slow above my skin, that I could singlehandedly feel each touch and soft caress of his upper lip, lower lip, and momentarily, the pink muscle that has me clenching my thighs.

A hand goes back to my behind where my dress was bunched up. It then slowly travels to my feet, where he makes a move to raise my leg to take off one of my heels before throwing it on the floor.

He then repeats the action with the other foot.

Not liking the lack of contact on my part, I make haste to completely push his shirt from his shoulders, the two buttons that were still intact flying somewhere across the room. I feel Enrique's lips form in a smile at the action before he's pulling back again and reattaching himself to my lips.

I arch my back from the couch to come closer to him. Almost instantly, his arm snakes between the space of my waist and the couch so that he's helping to close the space between us.

With a deep, guttural sound originating from somewhere far down in his body, I feel as he swiftly reaches between us and unbuckles his belt, all the while making sure that our lips don't part from each other. I open my mouth wider so that our tongues can caress each other's warm cavern.

In hurried and sloppy movements, Enrique's pants is already down his legs to his knees and he's also already pushing my cotton underwear to the side and rubbing two fingers between my slit to make sure that I'm wet and ready for him.

When he's satisfied with the results, the process has me throwing my head back and letting out a a loud sound of pleasure, he slides into me with ease, my core clenching at the intrusion as I wrap my arms around Enrique's neck.

A very shaky breath and a sound similar to that of choking— hits my neck as Enrique buries his head between the junction of my head and shoulder.

My mouth opens at the feeling, my lips parting wider the deeper he goes until he reaches the hilt and I'm gripping Enrique's hair to somehow stop him from withdrawing so that I could enjoy this feeling— the feeling of Enrique and I completely connected together— the best feeling I've ever felt in my life.

When I feel Enrique turn his head slightly to the left to grind his teeth down in my shoulder to muffle the groans coming from his mouth, I smooth a hand over his hair, turning my head to the side to place loving kisses on his head.

"Miah," He grunts out in pain.

"I know, I know," Is my only reply as place a hand on his behind to pull him impossibly closer.

After a few more shaky breaths, Enrique's moving inside of me, and although he originally finds a slow and rhythmic motion, this quickly changes to something uncoordinated, rough, fast and hard.

My body jerks up the couch with every thrust, my head sometimes hitting on the hand rest from the harsh movements.

When Enrique buries his head in my neck and pushes his supporting arm harshly down in the cushion for a better support, my head cranes up to the ceiling in euphoria, my nails lightly scraping his bare back.

My eyes suddenly focus on the brunette-haired nurse across on the other side of the glass that stares directly into the room— only she's fixing her hair vigorously.

I'm momentarily distracted as it seems like she's looking in on what Enrique and I are doing— as if she could see our half-naked bodies rubbing together in fast, passionate motions.

Enrique notices that I was distracted, I could tell— especially since his motions slowed and he rose his head from my neck to stare at me.

He raises a hand and clamps it around my jaw before snapping my face towards him so that my eyes are forced to meet his.

He looks back to where I was looking, seeing the nurse staring into the— from what she could see— was a mirror.

"You find her more interesting than the cock between your legs?" Enrique rumbles under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. "Alright." He finishes roughly.

I can't remember just when or even how, but somehow, I end up being carried from the couch and having my front slammed against the glass wall, Enrique's body pressed against mine.

It wasn't the fact that Enrique was so close to me that had my heart beating erratically from my chest. Nor was it the fact that instead of pushing my underwear to the side like before, he settled on tearing them off forcefully with some effort with the both of his hands— although this tore a gasp from me. 

No, what had my eyes widening in panic but yet excitement, was the fact that the nurse wasn't a large number of feet away from me anymore. With my face smashed against the glass, her own face was now directly in front of me as she stares directly into my eyes, pushing hair from her eyes and running her fingers through it before fluffing it and tucking it behind her hair.

I was certain that she couldn't see me, especially from the clueless look on her face. It was clear that she was looking at a reflection of herself. However, the less rationale side of my brain was still anxious that she could see all of my dirty secrets on the other side of this glass wall. 

Could she see my nipples pressed harshly against the glass from when Enrique pulled down the fabric of my bra? Could she see the newly and freshly grown pubic hair that was now once again appearing below my abdomen? Or maybe if she stared hard enough... she'd see my chubby stomach.

A breath near my ear snaps me from my thoughts. Slow and steady, a whisper follows, "Her name's Josephine," His rough voice says before biting gently on the shell of my ear. He pushes me further against the surface harshly, "Say it with me, sweetheart. Josephine," He mocks as he caresses my side. 

With a heavy and shaky breath, I repeat, "Josephine."

As soon as I say her name, as if I'd somehow summoned her, she recognized the presence of a pimple on her face beneath her light makeup. Her face scrunches up before she leans impossibly closer towards me so that she could get a better look.

I could see every feature of her face clearly. From the light freckles on her nose to the small mole that was hiding beneath her eyebrow hairs. 

I feel my chest heave and my body shiver as Enrique traces his fingers down the spine of my back until he's able to swipe a hand over the smooth skin of my ass and down to my lower lips where he spreads them and inserts the tips of two fingers.

He massages my flesh for a short while and before I know what's happening, my cheek is basically turned and smashed further against the glass. I don't get to focus on this either however, because in the next second, Enrique is back in me— harder and deeper than before.

 Josephine scowls at the pimple before she comes even closer and directly in front of me and stares into my fucking soul. 

Enrique notices my growing anxiety and like the very evil person he is, he thrusts into me roughly— so roughly that it forces a yelp from my lips which causes me to shake and press my fingers against the wall to steady myself.

I wasn't the only thing that shook, however. Enrique continued his movements harshly, grunting periodically in my ear when goes deeper inside of me. This cause a loud thudding movement to be heard from the one-way mirror, along with his constant vibration from the rhythm. 

I knew that it could be heard and seen from the opposite side of the glass, especially from how fast and suddenly the girl jumped back, her eyes staring back at the glass— no longer into my eyes but instead staring at nothing in particular as her mouth falls agape in surprise from the loud thudding and move of the glass. 

She looks behind her to see if anyone else was witnessing the same as her, and apparently they were, because the next thing I knew, there were about four or five people looking in our direction.

Looking at each other in confusion, some shrug their shoulders uncaringly before going back about their business, while others stare confusingly at the vibrating mirror, a few quickly turning away almost knowingly. The lady whose face I had grown quite accustomed to, especially from how close it was to my own, quickly looks back at the glass before walking away hurriedly as if she'd seen a cow with two heads.

I release a much needed breath, and as if that lifted a weight off of my shoulders, I suddenly become hyperaware of the large penis in me from behind, the sexy-as-hell man pressed against my perched ass, and the soft lips grazing my neck.

As if I was now able to fully concentrate after just awaking, a loud moan escapes my mouth even from Enrique's slow movements in me, a forearm coming up around my own neck from behind to hold Enrique's head in place. 

With the hand that isn't slammed against the glass for support, fingers scraping and gripping uselessly at the glass, he uses his other hand to feather his fingertips down my raised arm, so softly that if I wasn't being fucked so hard, I would probably laugh at the tickling sensation on my underarm.

I bite down on my lips harshly, feeling that familiar clenching of my pelvis, and from his next words, I know that Enrique feels it too, "Not yet, Miah sweetheart, soon there," He husks in my ear.

"I..."I try to get out, reaching a hand behind to grab Enrique's ass to push him further into me. He grunts painfully, as if the extra contact was pushing him over the edge. "I can't hold it, Enrique," I manage.

He doesn't reply with words, instead he engulfs my breasts in the palm of his hands and squeezes harshly, the rough kisses on my neck turning into harsh bites to muffle his shouts.

In less than two-twos, I feel Enrique's body shake with tremors, his hand moving back to the glass wall for support just as my knees go weak, nearly crumbling to the ground if it wasn't for Enrique's unconscious movement of holding me up by my waist as both of our bodies feel the impact of an earth-shattering orgasm.

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With Enrique's dress shirt loosely thrown over his shoulders and still unbuttoned, and my dress barely covering my thighs, we both lay on the couch, stroking each others' bodies in silence. 

My eyes were closed before Enrique spoke, "I have to go in about five minutes," He hums, his fingers caressing my hair from where I lay between his opened legs.

With my eyes now fully opened and not stopping the movement of my toes against his leg, just above his calf, I pause without blinking before saying uncaringly in a monotone voice,  "Titus sent me divorce papers,"

I feel the movement of Enrique's fingers stop for a few seconds before they continue, dropping an even bigger bomb than I did. "Roy asked to have a threesome with us,"