Double life of Mrs Sinclair

Emilia's POV

I held the pole tightly as my body moved to the rhythm of the music. The spotlight was fixed on me, and the men's eyes stayed glued to my skin like I had cast a spell on them.

I wasn't uncomfortable despite being half naked. I loved the control I had over the so-called elite men; It gave me pleasure seeing them look helpless and thirsty with desire.

I was still performing when the crowd shifted. A man in a grey tuxedo walked in. His black hair was curled and bouncy, his dark shades prevented me from seeing his eyes. The entire room seemed to pivot around him.

He took off his glasses, and he raised his gaze to me. For the first time since I've been on the stage, I seemed vulnerable. He wasn't just looking at me- it felt like he was piercing my soul.

He sat at a front-row seat, his eyes still on me. A waiter poured him a drink which he sipped effortlessly.

At that moment, I lost control. Not wanting anyone to notice, I stepped down from the pole, and I fixed my mask. His cold stare made me think my mask had fallen off.

I walked into my dressing room, releasing a deep breath as the door shut close behind me. Damn.

A knock came on the door rather too fast.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Justin."

Justin!

I opened up the door for him. He walked in with a smug on his face.

"Ohh sweetie, I have something for you," he said in his normal gayish manner.

"What's it again?" I asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Don't sound like that."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"A VVIP wants you to give him a private show."

"A VVIP?" I confirmed.

"Yes darling. He is willing to pay anything. This is his first time here, and I guess you hypnotized him," Justin added.

"I thought we agreed that I won't do private shows."

I didn't hesitate to show my discomfort.

"Baby, this is really important, you don't have to take off your mask. He just wants to see your sexy body."

"No. I wouldn't do this, it was never part of our agreement."

"Should I beg you Lina? This is really important... Please, pretty please," Justin pleaded as he put his palms together to show his sincerity.

Oh God! He was really convincing.

"Fine, only 15 minutes," I folded my hands across my chest.

"Cool. I'd let him know. Thank you. I will reward you nicely," he said with a wink before leaving the room.

I wasn't in for the money, I do not strip generally for money either. It goes a long way back.

I stood before my dressing mirror, and I fixed my hair.

I'd just get this over with.

I proceeded to the private room. It was dark, gloomy and a bit confined.

The dim purple lights sparked on. It was the same man from earlier. He was seated on the couch like a prince.

I didn't speak, I moved to the mini stage at the center of the room. He also did not speak, he only watched me.

Anxiousness washed through me.

'You've got this!' I whispered inwardly.

My hands wrapped around the pole, and I started performing. Though he didn't say anything, I could feel his gaze burn me.

He watched my every move, in some way... calculative.

I leaned against the pole, my booty sticking out - a nice amount of skin on full display for him.

He stood up, and he slowly walked towards me. I gulped hard.

I couldn't twerk properly anymore. He moved a lot closer. I could see his face clearly now. His eyes were grey.

He still did not say anything, he just continued watching me. I became very uncomfortable.

I wanted to stop the show, but it was barely ten minutes, and the agreed time was fifteen minutes.

He lifted his hands to touch my legs. I shifted, and I leaned closer to him.

"No touching," I muttered softly.

He grinned, an unknown emotion dancing in his eyes - amusement.

We were close now, too close.

"Name your price," he whispered. His voice was low, and it sent a chill through me.

"I won't budge even if you give me a billion," I replied. I didn't know where I was getting the courage from.

He scoffed. "Maybe you won't."

He moved away from me with an absent smile on his face, and he retreated back to his seat.

Gosh! He was so creepy.

The fifteen minutes ended, and I stepped down from the pole.

"Finally," I muttered under my breath.

"This isn't the last dance, my lady. A lot of shows are to come," he said with a knowing smirk on his face.

What does that even mean? I stared at him for a few seconds before turning to leave. Lest I forget, I still had a husband to attend to.

I got changed into casual clothes swiftly, and I went out through the back door of the club like I always did. I couldn't risk anyone recognizing me.

I parked my borrowed car not too far away; it was a short walk. I got into the car, and I zoomed off rapidly.

Getting back to the mansion, I snuck into our room. Richard was fast asleep. The drug I had given him earlier was still effective.

I changed into a silk pink negligee, and I laid beside my husband on the bed. I couldn't fall asleep.

The man from the club's last words were still ringing inside my head.

Who was that man exactly?

Emilia's POV

The next morning was total chaos. Richard already disappeared before I woke up. And I was almost running late to work.

I grabbed my car keys on the table, slammed the room door shut, and I ran down the spiral staircase. I didn't have breakfast because I couldn't bear to waste anymore time.

I spotted my car parked amidst the other cars. A black Chevrolet which matched the color of my shirt and pants. I got in, and I drove out immediately.

Getting to the hospital, I saw patients being dragged on a stretcher. I knew it! I had a bad feeling about today right after I saw the news this morning.

A plane crash happened nearby, and most of the patients were brought to our hospital.

"Doctor Emilia," Janet called as soon as her eyes settled upon me.

"The ICU is full, we need support," she said in an uneven voice.

"Got it!" I hurriedly moved to the ICU.

Damn! There were a lot of injured people. Some were bleeding profusely, while others already passed out.

I went to the sink, I washed my hands, I put on my gloves, and I wore a face mask.

My eyes darted first to the little girl crying beside her mother, her mother already lost consciousness and the girl had a severe wound on her hand, and a bruise on her forehead.

She wore the most unlively expression I had seen on a five year old.

I knelt beside her, "Come one little one, let the doctor treat you."

"My mommy," she pointed at her mother with teary eyes.

"Don't worry baby, your mother would be fine," I said to her.

I held her hand and I took her to the corner of the room. She sat on the hospital bed while I administered treatment.

"Would my mommy be fine?" She asked again.

"She would be fine, dear," I reassured her.

After I bandaged up her wound, I injected her with a serum that would make her dose off. She was too worried about her mother.

I made a mental note to check back on her.

"Doctor Emilia! You are needed in theater room four," a nurse yelled from afar.

"Coming!"

I clutched onto my lab coat tightly, and I sprinted to the theater.

An operation was ongoing. There were about seven doctors and five nurses in the room.

"He had a brain tumor, a hit from the crash worsened it. We need to undergo a craniotomy to save him." The doctor standing beside me said.

I nodded.

The doctors already split open his skull, and they already took out the bone flap.

An older doctor caught a glimpse of me. He dropped his ultrasonic aspirator on a tray, and he made space for me.

His shift was probably over, so I was to take charge. I moved closer to the patient, and I took a look at the MRI scan. The scan showed that he had a huge tumor, but looking at the open skull under the microscopic light, I couldn't find a cause for his deficits.

The other doctors also seemed tired, some concluded that the tumor was in an inner part of his brain, and it couldn't be removed.

I took the smallest sized operating scissors from the nurse's tray, and I also tried to locate the tumor. All effort was to no avail, and the man's pulse was dropping.

We needed assistance. The man would die if we do not find the tumor on time.

"The authorities called Adrienne Coal, an international surgeon, he'd be here in a few minutes," a nurse announced.

That was a relief.

But we did not abandon the man, we still kept trying our best while waiting for the international surgeon to arrive.

The door sprang open shortly.

"The doctor is here," a voice called.

I turned to see the doctor, but instead I got the worst shock of my life. That was not an exaggeration.

The international doctor turned out to be the man from last night.

I froze.

I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. He was Adrienne Coal? The best surgeon?

The nurses made way for him, and he hurried over to the patient. I put my head down trying to avoid eye contact.

He took a quick check on the man, and he checked the scan too.

"Damn it! The tumor was in the left-mid part of his skull, it has spread a lot," he said. His tone was everything but professional.

The other doctors eyes widened.

Shit! The tumor was in the left-mid part all this while. The MRI scan played a trick on us.

"We have to cut open the mid part of his head too," Adrienne said.

"Isn't that dangerous? Cutting him twice?" Doctor Ember asked.

"A vertical cut. That's the only way to save his life," Adrienne responded.

We nodded, and we started the operation all over again. Adrienne did most of the job. His experience was on another level.

But altogether, the surgery was a success.

I tried my best to avoid him after the surgery ended. I didn't take off my face mask, I only took off my gloves, and I washed my hands.

As I turned to leave, I heard a sharp voice call "Doctor Emilia?"

Emilia's POV

I stopped in my tracks. It was Adrienne.

Did he recognize me? Does he suspect something fishy? For a second, my heartbeat increased.

He moved closer.

"Doctor Emilia, it's good to finally meet you," he said with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's good to finally meet you too, Doctor Adrienne," I replied, despite the way my hands were trembling inside my lab coat.

He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but I only stared at him. I couldn't shake him.

"I am in a hurry, doctor," I said, before sprinting out of his presence.

I stopped at a corner, trying to catch my breath. The fuck? He doesn't recognize me, right? Why does it feel like he does?

Why is he even here? It should be anyone in the world but him.

I coordinated myself; straightening my sleeves, and adjusting my stethoscope.

I remembered the little girl I gave medications to, and I quickly went to check on her.

I was right on time, she was just regaining consciousness. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, and she looked around trying to process where she was, and what was happening.

Her gaze landed on me. She blinked a couple of times. "Where is my mommy?" She asked.

Her mother had been taken care of by the nurses, but I did not know what state she was currently in.

"Your mommy is fine, darling," I said to her.

"I want to see my mommy," she pouted.

I leaned closer to her, and I put my hand in her brown hair. She raised her gaze to me.

"I want to see my mommy," she cried a little louder.

"Your mommy is sleeping, little one." I said softly.

"Is she?" She asked.

"Do you want to be a bad girl and wake mommy up?" I added.

She nodded negatively. I squeezed my lab coat tightly as a smile curled up my face.

"Good. So would you rest and wait for mommy to wake up?"

"I will," she said.

She was adorable.

"What's your name, dear?" I asked her.

"Mandy," she replied.

"Bye, Mandy. The doctor has to go check up on everyone."

She nodded lightly. I waved at her, and I turned to leave.

I went straight to my office.

When the day came to an end, I was as drained as fuck. I took off my lab coat, and I held it in my arm.

I carried my purse, and I strolled lazily to the car park.

Unlike other institutes, the hospital was still very crowded at night. A lot of doctors and nurses were running the night shift, but my husband forbade me from doing night shifts.

He says 'I must be home before 9pm.' To think that he mostly comes home only after midnight.

I scoffed.

I got to my car, and I settled in. I placed my bag, and my coat on the passenger's seat.

I put the car key in, and I twisted. The car rumbled. I stepped on the acceleration pedal, but instead of the car moving, it only rumbled louder.

"Fuck!" I cursed.

The engine has knocked off.

"Looks like your car is faulty, doctor. You could ride with me instead," the same voice that had messed up my day said.

Why does he keep popping out of nowhere?

He strolled towards me, his hands were in his pocket, and a devilish grin was plastered to his face.

I heaved a deep sigh.

"Thanks, Doctor Adrienne, but I think I'd sort myself out," I said.

"It won't hurt to ride in my car, would it?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine!" I muttered.

For a moment there, I thought of how miserable it would be for me to arrive home late. Richard would get upset, and he might...

"I am waiting, Doctor."

I stepped out of my car, and I took my lab coat and bag.

"I'd get this sorted tomorrow," I muttered under my breath.

Adrienne gestured with his hands politely as he led me to his car.

He should stop with the pretense already. He was no gentleman.

We halted at the front of his car- a black Dodge Durango.

He turned around to open up the door for me. I scoffed inwardly before getting in. He settled in too, and in a blink of an eye, we were out of the hospital environment.

"I'd be here for a while, Mrs Emilia, it wouldn't be bad for us to get to know each other," he said.

This man knows I am married, right? Who flirts with a married woman?

He referred to me as Mrs Emilia, and not Doctor Emilia. Right! We were out of the hospital's building.

"I have a husband who wouldn't like to know that his wife is getting to know another man."

He didn't respond, he only snickered and his eyes stayed glued to the road.

I wished the car would move thrice as fast. The tension was unbearable.

He didn't say a thing till we got to my house. Then the realization hits me. My house? He knew my house?

Before stepping out of the car, I couldn't help but ask. "How do you know my house?"

"I know a lot of things about you," he replied like it was the most casual thing to say.

I blinked for a couple of seconds. God! This guy is officially crazy.

I quickly head into the mansion. I wouldn't want anyone getting a hint of this- me being dropped by another man.

The guards welcomed me, and I replied with a tired smile.

I went to the bathroom first, I peeled the clothes off my skin, and I had a hot bath.

Coming out of the bathroom, Richard walked in, he wore a mischievous grin as his eyes ran through my body.

I was tying a towel, which barely covered my cleavage, and my thighs.

He rubbed his palms eagerly. I really wasn't in the mood for this.

He moved closer to me, and he wrapped himself around me from behind, squeezing me into an unwanted hug.

"Richard... I am not in the mood for this. I am tired." I said.

He released me immediately. "I wanted to have you last night too, but we were also tired."

I might have lied that I was tired last night, but I was actually tired today. Don't blame me, sex with my husband was always bad.

"I am sorry Richard..." He didn't let me finish my sentence. He carried me, and he tossed me on the bed.

He took off his shirt, and he started unbuckling his belt.

Is he going to do it again? Force me? This isn't the first time, he forces me when I do not give in.

"I am really tired, Honey. Please let's do it tomorrow," I pleaded.

It didn't look like he would listen to me.

I have heard of men using coercion for their wives, but Richard wasn't like that. He was a controlling freak who liked submissive women.

He climbed onto the bed in an instant. He was going to do it, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He tore the towel off my body. With no foreplay or any hints of romance, he thrusted into me at once.

I closed my eyes, not out of pleasure, but out of anguish. He continued thrusting, not caring if I was enjoying it - he never did.

I just wanted him to get it over with. My mind went blank.

Thankfully, I wasn't attending the club tonight.

...

Today was better than yesterday. I thought I wouldn't run into Adrienne, until he walked into my office.

I couldn't yell at him, because he knocked, and I was the one who gave him permission to come in.

But why was he even in my office? His presence instantly made me feel uneasy.

"What may I help you with, Doctor Adrienne?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He didn't respond, instead he sat before me, almost like he owned the place.

"Nothing special, Doctor Emilia," he folded his arms across his chest.

Could I ever get enough of his attitude?

"You can't be here for nothing, right?"

"I have had enough with the games. I want a private show tonight, another one. One that would last longer," he muttered.

It took a few seconds for my brain to process what he just said. I coughed awkwardly.

Damn it! He knew it was me all this while, he was just messing with me. I am doomed, I am fucking doomed. A word of this mustn't get out.

"You knew," I said.

"I am not Richard, Lina or Emilia, whichever one it is." He tossed a pen from my table, and tossed it amidst his fingers playfully.

I swallowed my empty throat.

"So now you want to threaten me? Aren't you too petty for this Adrienne Coal?"

"Should we talk about pettiness Emilia Sinclair?"

"Fine, I'd give you a private show, and then we end this."

"End this? No darling, we are just getting started."

Oh I hated his guts.