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It's been a few days since I've seen Mr. Russian not that I wasn't peaking around every door in my apartment complex in case I see him.

But yeah I'm now at work, patiently waiting for my time to clock out since I'm having Emily today.

I missed seeing her every day, although we do text or FaceTime every day.

It doesn't change the fact that I'm used to saying goodnight to my peanut every night in person.

"Dr. Blake," a nurse called making me inhale in annoyance.

Again? When is Miss Collins going to give up?

"Yes, Savannah?" I growled my voice sounding harsher than useful.

Savannah flinched before nervous rubbing her arms.

"I'm sorry to hear about your divorce," she began making my jaw clench.

Divorce this, divorce that. I don't give a fuck about the divorce.

I just wanna be left alone. I nodded my eyes completely on her which seemed to make her fidget even more.

"So I was wondering if youʼd"

"Ms.Collins, I'm not interested in you, now or never and I think it's for the best if I tell you this," I said harshly taking my glasses off before pinching the bridge of my nose.

Okay maybe I was a little too harsh by the look on her face but I needed to get the point across otherwise she'll think that she has a chance.

"Sorry, I was a little harsh but I just recently came out of a divorce and-"

"Dr. Blake!" a voice yelled making a turn toward nurse Mimi who and a couple of others hurriedly rolled on a patient.

Immediately I ran over to where they were.

"What's the issue?" I questioned as I assess the situation.

"Heʼs have been shot in the lower abdomen and his left leg," she rambled.

"Looks like he'll need emergency surgery," I stated knowing we have to be the bullet fragments out.

"Of course, Doctor,"

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Who the hell would have thought.

After the surgery had taken place, which was successful.

I finally got a good look at my patient who was none other than Mr. Russian who I met the other night.

How the hell did he get shot?!

And why?

And more importantly, he must be super wealthy for him to afford the private wing of the hospital.

But then again, he lives in the same apartment complex as me, which exactly isn't cheap.

Biting my bottom lip I look down at the name printed large on the clipboard.

Ivan Mikhailov.

The name sounded so strangely familiar yet not.

He's 24, which is young than what I expected compared to his tall frame and domineering exterior.

"Doctor?" a muffled voice called grabbing my attention.

He's already awake?

Meeting my eyes with Mr.Mkhailov, I smiled lightly before placing the clipboard to the side.

"Looks like you're awake," I grinned earning a hard groan as the man tried to sit up.

"Woah, there!" I warned pressing his chest down lightly to indicate that he should stay down.

There is no way in hell, he should be getting up now.

"You lost a lot of blood, Mr. Mikhailov," I started hearing a grunt in return.

"Hmm, I've been through worse but anyway, so Mr. Blake is Dr.Blake?" is this honestly the best time to ask this question?

Ivan's eyes glimmered with something as they took my body and attire in.

"You look quite sexy in a lab coat, no?" he growls making my body shudder a bit.

"Mr. Mikhailov that is quite inappropriate," I coughed feeling embarrassed that I was blushing from one man's silly compliment.

"Anyway, we were able to get most of the bullet fragments out of you, although they were just a tiny bit left in your left leg,"  I began.

"But don't worry you'll still be able to use your leg and I'm sure you'll make a speedy recovery," I stated. Ivan only nodded his head before a mischievous smile formed on his lips.

"Say your doctor's voice is even sexier," he grins and I could feel the blush from my cheeks move straight to my ears which glowed even redder.

"Inappropriate," I huffed resting the clipboard down.

"I'm known for being an inappropriate man, Doctor." He teased.

Doctor.

The way his accent made him annunciate the word Doctor made it sound so...

Exotic? Seductive?

"Doctor?"  he called making my dick twitch.

Wait a minute.

Immediately I looked down to see a very visible print that was beginning to form.

Quickly I crossed my lab coat to cover myself not before locking eyes with Mr. Mikhailov who flashed a dashing smile at me.

Did he see?

"You like when I call you that? Doctor?" he picked on making me avoid his soul-piercing gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I muttered.

God, this is embarrassing.

So instead of staying and continuing getting teased I hastily made my way out of his room.

This is preposterous, I got an erection from hearing a man calling me doctor.

Something everybody calls me.

Maybe I am actually having a tough time from the divorce.

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I watched as Dr. Blake ran his adorably cute ass out of the room.

Seems he had gotten a little excited by my guess the way I said, Doctor.

It is not surprising my past lovers/partners said my accent and my voice were quite sexy.

I never understood it but it was fun watching the effect my voice has on him.

Oliver Blake is a 37, recently divorced man who has a 16-year-old daughter.

I did a background check on him if you could tell.

I knew he was a Doctor at this hospital so of course, I told my men to take me here.

Not that I was planning on getting shot but the fucker who did it is probably dead now.

My face hardened as the door opened revealing my right-hand man, Viktor.

"Sir," he greeted handing me a folder. I nodded as I grabbed it before opening it.

It was pictures of the fucker who shot me being dealt with.

"Он, конечно, мертв,"  he stated. A wide smile came to my face while Viktor only watched as I began laughing.

He's dead, of course.

"Good job," I praised handing him the file back.

"As you asked and as protocol, we've stationed Igor and Lev at your door," Viktor began, tucking the file under his arm.

Ahh Igor and Lev, so they're my new bodyguards since my last ones were incapable of doing their jobs.

Which were to protect me.

"Are you sure you want to stay here, Ivan? Wouldn't it be safer to be at the estate and have your usual doctor take care of you?" Scowling my face at Viktor he immediately apologizes before understanding that it isn't his place to ask me questions.

"If you must know, I'm quite entertained here," I smile earning a nod from him.

"Well if that's all sir then I'll be on my way,"

Just as he was about to go I called out to him.

"Oh, yeah, Viktor please get me a bouquet,"

"As you wish, sir," he replied before taking his leave.

I guess I should take my time to recover and win over a certain Doctor here.

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