Chapter 4 Four

Michael did not stop thinking about his last appointment with his doctor. He thought about his illness and couldn't understand what had happened to him. The last time he dealt with sickness, he lost someone he loved so much.

And also, being sick was like being caged. You don't get a chance to do what you want to do as much as you want to. You don't even get any chance to do what you love the most. It was a frustrating feeling, and he hated it.

His phone began to vibrate on his desk where it was lying. Doctor Fred was calling him. Without hesitation, he picked it up and placed the device close to his ear.

"I have someone ready for you." The doctor said, "I trust this one."

"Okay. I'll send you an address. Let them meet me. I can spare my break time," he said before ending the call.

He also called his lawyer immediately to help him draft a contract. Doctor Fred had said he would be better in six months with effective and consistent medications. He wanted the contract because he didn't want anything that would get any word out to the public. He didn't like his life being talked about.

When it was almost time, he went to meet his lawyer to get the draft.

"Thank you for doing this as soon as I wanted it." Michael thanked the smart, freshly-looking gentleman, his lawyer, as he took the drafted contract from him.

"No problem, Mike. It's fine. But, why are you drafting a contract with a doctor; are you alright?"

For some seconds, Michael thought of lying to his lawyer and how best to do it. He was ashamed of being tagged sick. "I want to improve my diet," he ended up saying before leaving.

Michael drove himself to the library, where he mostly spent his break time reading French fiction. Which were the most relaxing to him. He had built the library for the love of books and their nature.

Picking up his best fiction, Pride and Prejudice the French version, he went over to sit down at his usual spot and began to read as he waited for the doctor to come.

After a few minutes of waiting and reading, Michael looked up to the young lady who had walked up to the desk.

For a while, he stared at her.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And for someone who dealt with beautiful models daily, Michael saw the lady as nothing like any of the females he had come across. She was the absolute definition of beauty. Her cheeks were a bit chubby but were perfect for her face.

She had the most amazing dark chocolate skin shade that he had ever witnessed in his entire life, and it made him immediately begin to crave chocolate. The color of her weave matched the color of her shoes. He liked that it also blended with her skin tone.

Her blue dress hugged her body in a morally sexual manner, a way that women were no longer allowed to be sexy. It was mesmerizing, and it made him doubt his guts as he stared at her. Her thin waist was tempting.

And...he wanted to give in to the temptation. To hold on to them.

He watched her carefully place her handbag and a transparent package that contained cookies and bread. He wondered who she was and why she was coming to sit at his table.

Then, when she spoke, his heart raced. Out of his control, they raced as if far away from him. And he watched her speak with keen interest, wondering why her voice sounded so crisp, like music to his ears.

When Dr. Fred said he had someone, he didn't mention that it was a female who was that young. And was that beautiful?

As fast as her first words came out of her lips, they left his ear. He was distracted by her beauty.

He liked that he was distracted just by watching her lips curl as she spoke.

"Micheal focus." He told himself.

Because he didn't want to lose himself looking at her or appear any less of himself. He wanted to be more confident, especially in front of her. So he straightened his posture.

"You are late," he struggled to say hiding everything she did to him. I want to make sure to speak less and be straight to the point. And he also wanted her to keep talking and to stop at the same time.

He wanted to tell her that she looked ravishing and that he liked her lips.

"You obviously haven't read the file in your hand," he said when she assumed him to be an old man without even meaning his words.

He eyed her package, he wasn't a fan of cookies or bread, especially wheat bread. Somehow he wished he could thank her for the thought.

He was tempted to smile and say thank you. But he didn't and couldn't.

He watched her frown her face a little in confusion when he mentioned the contract. "Yes, you'll move in with me."

Her shock spread further, affecting all her facial composure.

".....I'm a married woman. But I'll speak with my husband first." She said.

Oh, she was a married woman. Michael thought.

He couldn't help the irritation, disgust, and hatred that arose in his chest just at the thought of another man kissing and touching the lady. But at least that should have been his wake-up call.

That should have been his clue to stop admiring the woman and question his sudden desire for her. But no, at that moment, his lust for her grew, and his anger grew with it.

Why did she have to be married? Why was he feeling her?

That was when he noticed the bold silver ring on her married finger.

"Go through it and get back to me," he said before standing up and walking away. And for the first time in a long time, he was anticipating hearing the voice of a woman again.