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"If wishes solved problems, the world would be a very different place."
-Jaye Wells

Orphic (adj.): a mystic Greek religion offering initiates purification of the soul from innate evil and release from the cycle of reincarnation.

Adrianna's POV:

It is a truth mostly acknowledged, that a woman wearing dresses that doesn't cover her back or knee must be a depraved slut or an attention seeker who must be in want of a rich husband.

In a society where the purity of our characters were judged by the length of our dresses and the number of men we slept with- I was often seen as a temptress, a seductress. In plain words, a good for nothing whore, a slut.

There were times I wished I wasn't like this, that my sexual appetite wasn't like that of a manic.

Sex was something I enjoyed, but it was also something my body needed. On a daily basis.

And I couldn't help it.

I was sad, agitated and infuriated that I couldn't help my sex drive.

But I enjoyed it at the same time.

Usually, the tag people put on me and label me as, didn't bother me- but there were times I felt sad for myself. I felt pity for myself.

Pity for not being able to feel fulfillment or love for a certain man, affection to one particular person.

I clutched the bouquet tightly in my hands, the space in my heart growing a bit hollower as I stared at the tombstone.

Thomas Campbell.

Father-Husband-Son

"A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it."

― Oscar Wilde

What he died for... would remained a mystery to me.

I closed my eyes, a drop of lone tear travelled down my cheek. The numbness whirling into an ocean of sadness as I stared at my father's grave.

It's been 13 years, yet still, his voice danced in my ears as if it had been yesterday when we had last spoken.

Then again, he probably would have hated to see what I had come to be.

After his untimely death, I was taken to an orphanage where I spent ten long years of my life.

"I miss you..." I whispered as I put the white peonies on his grave, my insides breaking.

A gust of cool breeze blew, ruffling my untamed hairs. It was quite bright outside; the autumn had come by sooner than I would have anticipated.

The sudden buzz of my phone broke me out of my reverie. Letting out a loud sigh, I fished it out from my pink scrub, only to find 20 missed calls.

My eyes drifted to the clock, it was 9:23 in the morning, I had to report at 10, meaning if I prolonged my visit any further, I would probably have an earful from the chief.

I was to visit my new patient today.

A pang of bitterness crept into me as I let out a silent groan.

Now, I couldn't hide the fact that I was definitely not looking forward to this 24/7 personal nurse thing, but I needed it to boost my portfolio which could get me into my dream medical school.

All of this money I had saved by the dint of my hard work and patience just to attend John Hopkins....

Yeah, so it would be amazing if everything turned out well.

"Goodbye dad..." I smiled, letting my eyes linger a bit more on the tombstone, "I hope you are happy, wherever you are."

A sense of longing filled my insides as I averted my gaze and opened the call log.

I did a double take as my brows furrowed. Most of the calls were from the chief.

The hospital wasn't far, I would say a walking distance.

I was born and raised in Annapolis, as a result, most of the locales knew me.

They never missed passing me one or two disapproving looks or snide remarks whenever I appeared. They considered me as a depraved part of the already rotten society, men saw me as an easy fling, women saw me as a whore.

Not a person who would look at me like I was a human being.

I had long accepted the fact that I was to live my life like this, but still, I couldn't but regret the fact every single passing moment.

As I led myself through the sidewalk, I felt roaming eyes upon me. A lot of them probably recognized me...

"Isn't that the girl who slept with the barber last week?"

"She has no class, does she?"

"What a slut!"

"I bet she can sell herself to the whole town and not bat an eye..."

Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

I would hear these whispers and murmurs every day.

I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt but fuck it did.

I tried a lot of things to help myself- but then, in the end, I had to come in terms with the fact that my sexual appetite couldn't be helped. It was there, inside me, permanently.

As I grew older, I realized it was something natural that was in me. I had to have sex. I would get turned at the slightest provocation, the slightest touch was enough to make my pussy weep.

It was hard to come in terms with the fact that my body needed sex, craved sex constantly. It wasn't like I could turn it off like a switch.

"Hey, Adrianna!" An awfully familiar voice resonated through the murmurs and stifled gasps. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Of all the people I had to run into.....

"Mr. Burke," I mumbled, not interested to converse with him in the slightest bit.

David Burke was notorious in the area for his womanizing tendencies. I slept with him a year ago, for a couple of times. Regardless to say, he got attached to me and I wasn't exactly looking forward to a 35 year old guy claiming to be my regular fling.

He was a beast in bed and outside of the bed. His presence alone was enough to make me uncomfortable.

I stopped it before it could get any further, but he didn't stop pinning after me.

Like a fucking leech.

"I heard you're applying to medical school," He rasped, licking his lips and eyeing me up and down lewdly. I scrunched my shoulder, meeting his eyes. He was probably an inch taller than me.

I happened to be 5 foot 5 inch. So, he was probably 5 foot 6. His form was burly, hair greying.

Why did I sleep with him again?

"I am," I tried not to let my voice waver, "And why do you ask?"

His gaze fixated on my breasts, "Why do you need to apply for medical school, darling? You could just accept my offer to become my wife. Imagine the fun we can have...."

I was panicking.

Suddenly, the road that seemed full of people, started to look empty. I took account of the fact that how arid the sidewalk was. I took a step back, then two- beads of sweat covering my forehead.

"You can satisfy my friends and me on a daily basis. I can get you whatever you want.... like your wildest fantasies."

I didn't want him near me.

I hated how my body warmed up at his words, I didn't want this at all. I hated this man's guts and I didn't want anything to do with him.

"Mr. Burke, I have already said I don't want to marry you, neither I don't want to do anything with you. Please leave."

He took a step towards me.

My heart did a leap as I started to look around, panic rushing through me.

"Now, darling, don't be fearful. We both know you want it, don't you? You are a slut and you love it-"

"I am not a slut!" The sudden burst of my pent-up anger caught me off guard. Nervously, I let my eyes wander to the man who was now alarmingly close to me.

For a moment, I contemplated whether I should run away or not. He would probably catch up to me.

I looked around helplessly, knowing that no one would come to my rescue.

I was pitiful.

"You think you are becoming something just because you are entering the medical field?" His brows were furrowed, eyes slowly turning into a shade of red.

A mayhem havocked within me as alarm bells resonated in my ears. His gaze was cruel, predatory as he took a step to me.

"Mr. Burke-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He roared, making me freeze. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. It was as if I was caught up between the middle of a blizzard.

"Why are you protesting huh?" He yanked me closer by gripping my forearm, pain shot through me as I closed my eyes, letting out a whimper, "We know you'll do anything for a good fuck. What's the problem huh?"

"Just because I sleep with a lot of people that doesn't mean I will sleep with a disgusting pig such as you." I gritted out, fixating him with a glare. Molten anger swirled inside me, burning my carapace from inside, "I do not consent to sleeping with you."

"You will sleep with anyone..." The bastard smirked, "What's wrong with me? You know I want you..."

"Let go of me!" I bellowed, struggling against his hold, "You perverted fuck!"

"Maybe I should remind you how much of a cock addict you are?" He smirked, the one that sent chills down my spine, "Wouldn't you like that Adrianna? Hm?"

"Let go of me..." I whispered, looking around frantically. How did the road become so solemn?

"Not so easy baby. I-"

"What's going on here?" The gruff female voice made him freeze. Taking the opportunity, I slipped away from his grip, looking around to discover my savior.

The old lady from the nearby bakery shop stood there, her eyes practically digging holes into his skull from under her glasses, a rolling pin in her hand.

Mrs. Alfred was also a long-time resident in this area. She owned one of the best bakeries in this town. As far as I had heard about her, she was cold and mostly unapproachable.

"I was just talking," Burke smiled coldly.

"She was saying 'no'," Mrs. Alfred replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You were clearly forcing her. Go away."

"I don't understand why does she concern you," Burke mumbled, shooting her a glare, "Whatever bitch."

"This is not the last time baby.." Burke whispered, only for me to hear, "I am very convincing."

I shot him a glare as he turned and strode away.

Relief flooded within me as I let out a breath, my tense muscles relaxing.

For how long, how long do I have to endure this treatment?

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Alfred's calm voice made me look at her.

Never had I had a proper conversation with her. Never had I crossed paths with her, yet this lady, who is a stranger, a supposed 'cold and arrogant old lady' saved me from an impending danger.

The amount of gratefulness and appreciation I was feeling to this woman was beyond assessment.

I nodded, giving her a smile.

"Follow me," She commanded as she walked in her café that was at the right side of the sidewalk.

I followed her and walked in, the smell of freshly baked breads and cakes filling my senses.

"Take a seat," She pointed at an empty chair, "We open at 10, you can calm yourself down till then."

I flashed a smile her way. Sometimes people with the coldest hearts are more seraphic than those wearing smiles.

"Mrs. Alfred?" I called out, making her turn.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled broadly, watching her pupils dilate in what seemed like shock.

"Yeah whatever, help yourself with some cake and water, then get out," She grumbled, making me smile wider.

A piece of chocolate pastry was brought in by a waitress named Gianna soon after. I smiled to myself as I dug in, the delicious chocolate melting on my tongue.

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I was 15 minutes late to my work.

Regardless to say, the chief wasn't very happy about it.

"I told you to come half an hour earlier, but no! You had to come 15 minutes late! Adrianna, I expect better performance from you!"

"I am sorry chief.." I mumbled, pretending to be guilty, "It won't happen again."

"It's Estevan, Adrianna!" The chief sighed, running his hand over his face, "Ares Estevan! You can't be late when it comes to him!"

"Mr. Adams, I think we should get going," Archer Estevan interrupted cutely, "My brother doesn't like impunctuality in general. It took me several days just to convince him to have someone look after him, these efforts can go in vain in matter of moments."

"Sure, of course!" Mr. Adams exclaimed, his voice like honey, contradicting his gruff voice from just a moment ago, "Adrianna, Mr. Estevan here will give you a brief tour of your new workplace and you will also be meeting Mr. Ares today. Please try not to do anything that might cost your reputation."

I huffed internally at the last sentence, rolling my eyes. I was a hundred and fifty percent sure that Ares Estevan was some old guy with a temper issue, considering that Archer himself looked around 25.

As long he was not some perverted old brat, I was fine with it. I could just keep my distance and serve him when the time came.

"Well then.." Archer nodded at me, his soft smile unwavering, "Allow me to guide you to the car. We can go over his condition and description there. You are free to decline anytime you want."

You aren't getting rid of me because I need this recommendation.

He guided me to his red Sedan, ushering me to the back seat.

He let himself beside me as he instructed the driver to take a specific route.

"I'm so sorry for hiring you for a hectic job such as this one in a very short notice," He gave me an apologetic smile, his grey eyes crinkling with kindness.

"It's not a problem," I smiled back nervously as my stomach did a flip, "I want to take a challenge as I am entering this field as a doctor. I should learn how to deal with all types of patients, shouldn't I?"

"True true..." He sighed, taking out a black file from the seat pocket, handing it over, "Go through it. Please don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have."

I nodded as I opened the file.

In block letters, everything about my patient was written.

Name: Ares Elliott Estevan

His parents chose a good name for him, not gonna lie.

Age: 35

My mouth fell open as I took it in.

He wasn't an old man. 35 wasn't that old....

Or was it?

I took a glance at his brother who was now busy furiously typing away. Loose strands of curls fell over his forehead as his forehead was creased.

He looked hot.

And if he was this hot....

An older version of him....

I licked my lips as sinful thoughts began to cloud my head. I had a thing for older men. They were more mature, wiser and most importantly, hotter. Age did wonders to a man.

Then again, he could be completely opposite to his devilishly handsome brother. He could be lanky and malnourished. Not everyone was Johnny Depp or Henry Cavill.

I focused on the file as I let out a sigh.

Ethnicity: Spanish/ American.

Height: 6 feet 3.45 inch.

Weight: 220 lbs.

Fuck that's hotter.

My mouth fell open as I tried my hardest not to drool then and there.

Condition: Corneal abrasion, social anxiety disorder, PTSD.

Rx: Dr. Jonathon Green, Ph.D

My brows creased as I tilted the page, to find a prescription.

It contained some details about his corneal damage, how he was physically unable to have a cornea transplant as of now, how his eyesight was damaged by the broken shards of glasses 13 years ago. How he developed mild Parkinson disease and social anxiety disorder from abstaining himself from people for a long time.

Several diagnoses from different doctors throughout the years; psychiatrists, psychologists, ophthalmologists, orthopedists, even plastic surgeons. He suffered from a second degree burn from the crash.

He had gone through a lot.

"My brother shut everyone off after the accident, he doesn't attend meetings, he doesn't have a girlfriend, he doesn't go out. I am worried about him," Archer sighed, making the knot inside me tighter.

The warmth and the need of orgasm I was feeling a moment ago evaporated as genuine apprehension filled my core. I was truly worried about my new patient and how I was to handle the situation.

Next, a list of his diet and preferred meals was provided in detail. He was picky too when it came to food. He didn't like excessive spicy food, neither did he like bland food. He preferred Asian cuisine, but a bit more westernized version of the foods. He hated broccoli, he loved meat- preferably lamb.

"How is his eating habit?" I questioned Archer as the car swayed lightly as it ran along the road, "Does he eat regularly or skip meals often?"

"Uh- he is usually a voracious eater if the meal is good. If it isn't, he simply fires the chef."

I rolled my eyes.

"He sounds amazing," I trailed off, sarcastically as I concentrated on the file.

A rich laughter filled the car, melting my insides. "Don't use that sarcasm in front of him. He might actually think he is amazing."

I chuckled, "Don't you want your brother to think that?"

"He already has a big ego; I don't see any reason to fuel it further."

I tilted the page and went through the section titled Employee Agreement

A numb pain crept in my temples as I went through it briefly.

"Was Ares always this uptight?" I mumbled.

"Not always, He turned like this after my elder-" My head snapped to him as he shut his mouth, stopping himself from saying anything further.

"Elder?" I questioned, curiosity bubbling inside me.

"Nothing..." Archer gave me a tight smile, "Just know that this person wasn't always like this. He changed after the accident."

I nodded. The accident took his eyesight, the normalcy in his life. There was a possibility that he had developed a PTSD from this.

I wasn't his therapist, but as a caregiver I would also have to take care of his mental health. Physical health was only a constant to mental health, so in order for him to improve sooner, I would have to see to his social anxiety too.

He was going to be one tough nut to crack.

"Oh look we are here.." Archer smiled as he looked out of the window.

Following his suite, I also peeked out. The sight alone sent a shiver down my spine.

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