I believed him, and I wasn't sure why. I had only known him for such a short time, but I could tell by the look in his eyes he meant it. And it was quite clear Dr Davies Miller got what he wanted.
"Trust me, Duchess."
"I do." He pulled me to his chest and held me tight, that feeling of being home warming me again.
A knock at the door pulled us from our embrace.
"Who in the world..." Dr Miller glanced over his shoulder to look at the clock on the stove. "It's almost midnight."
"Unexpected visitor?" I half-teased. Who else would show up at his house so late?
Dr Davies Miller gave me a stern look. "I told you I never invited anyone back here. Don't push your luck, or I'll have to remind you of proper behavior."
I shifted slightly at his words, thinking about him guiding and entering my eager cunt from behind. The image made everything in my core clench.
"My spirited Duchess. You enjoy being fucked by me? I'll have to remember that."
I almost denied it, but another knock sounded on the door.
"I'm coming," he shouted. "Don't move." He shot me a look, and I stayed rooted.
I watched as he made his way to the door, wearing just his underwear. It better not be a woman out there, because I didn't want someone else seeing his boxer briefs hugging his thighs tightly.
It was then I noticed all of his tattoos across his arms and chest were on display. I hadn't realized he had so many. He was wearing long sleeves when I first met him at the hospital that day, and only a few of the tattoos peeked out at his wrist.
I didn't know what it was about his strong demeanor that drew me to him.
I had never met someone like him before, and men like him didn't move in the same circles as I had all my life. Maybe that's why I never truly understood what attraction was until I met him.
When the door opened, I heard Dr Miller sounding annoyed at whoever it was. "This is private property." I couldn't see around him, his large body filling the doorway and blocking the view, but I knew who it was when a familiar voice spoke.
"Where's my daughter?"
"Where she belongs," Dr Miller retorted. I got down off the counter and tried to get past him to face my father, not wanting them to escalate.
"I know for a fact she isn't with her fiancé," my father said, but it was clear Mr. Peterson had told him who I was with. There was no other way my father could possibly know I was here with Dr Miller.
"Then you thought wrong because you're looking at her man." There was no missing the possessive tone in Dr Miller's voice.
"Stop it. Both of you." I finally made it past Dr Davies Miller, ducking under his arm in a quick move, but I didn't get far. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back to his front.
The cold night air hit my legs, reminding me I was only wearing Dr Davies Miller's shirt. Luckily for me, he was a massive man, and the shirt almost reached my knees.
My dad looked at me with disgust, as if he had any right to judge.
Not only was he married to a young woman than him, she was five years older than me, but everyone knew he was unfaithful to her. I had a feeling she was, too, judging by the looks she gave my brother at Thanksgiving dinner.
"Put some clothes on. We're leaving."
"She's not going anywhere," Dr Davies Miller answered for me. I didn't know why I was so intimidated by my father, but I was, and I was glad to have Dr Davies Miller standing behind me.
"Your grandmother got hurt. We had to call the doctor to come out. She's asking for you, Sheryl white," my father said, using my real name for me I hadn't heard in years.
"Let me get my things." I tried to break from Dr Davies Miller's arms, wanting to get to her as soon as possible, but he held tight.
"Give us five minutes, and we'll be ready," Dr Davies Miller said, finally letting me go.
"I won't let him on the property." My dad's tone was final, and I knew he wouldn't. He'd call security and have Dr Miller removed.
"If I don't go, she doesn't go."
"I'll tell your grandmother you couldn't be bothered then." My father turned to leave, and I felt so angry at how he always said 'your' grandmother, like she was nothing to him.
Like she wasn't the mother of his late wife.
Like she wasn't his mother-in-law.
"No, wait!" I yelled at him, making him turn to look at me. He had a smirk on his face, which made the wrinkles around his mouth more prominent. Time hadn't been kind to Dad these past five years. Most of his hair would be gray now if he didn't dye it. He had even put on some weight.
"Duchess" Dr Miller said, holding onto my arm. His grip made it clear he wasn't letting me go.
"You asked me to trust you, Dr Miller. Can you trust me? I have to go.
I'll come back." I looked up into his eyes, wanting him to see what I saw moments ago when we were in the kitchen together, talking about the life we wanted.
"Don't count on it," I heard my father say from behind me, and I could see the tension radiating off Dr Miller.
"She'll be out in a minute." Dr Miller pulled me into the house, slamming the door behind us. "I don't like this. I think he's trying something."
"Let me check." Breaking away, I headed back to his bedroom where I found my purse, and I pulled my phone out to call Dan. Dr Miller watched my every move like a hawk while I called my god- brother.
He picked up on the second
ring, and I got straight to the point.