Doctors Orders (Manxman)

Chapter 25

Tristan

The worst part about being unbelievably happy is that we know it's too good to last. The past few days had been as close to heaven as I could get as a mortal.

I soon found out that Damien was as caring a boyfriend as he was a best friend, if not more. He brought me cute little flowers almost everyday, the ones he knew I would like. He even left small mints on my pillow one day while I was sleeping. It was so adorable to see the intimidating, intelligent surgeon behave like a besotted boyfriend.

We hadn't officially given each other the title of boyfriend yet but we considered it to be implied. He laughed a lot more now and the sound warmed my heart to its core.

But the dark clouds of trouble came soon enough. I wasn't delusional. I hadn't forgotten about the boy in the club and the utter devotion in his eyes for his master. It pained me to think about him.

On one hand I was glad and fiercely happy that Damien was mine now. But it made me immensely uncomfortable to think about how heartbroken he would be and how much pain he would be in over the loss of his master.

From what I had read about BDSM and what Damien had explained, it was way more serious than a normal relationship and a lot more painful than a normal breakup. Damien had told me that the boys name was Alistair. He wasn't technically his master because they hadn't signed a contract but Alistair was insanely devoted to him.

Damien assured me that he would break it off with him as soon as we got back to Chicago. I knew he would but I also knew that he was worried about how Alistair would take the news.

He did not voice his concerns and tried hard to appear cheerful but I saw through it immediately. It hurt a bit but I did not mind much. After all they had been together for quite a while and as a Dom it was natural for him to care about a Sub.

That was not the cause of my problems. It was something entirely different. Two days ago I had received a text from Alexander. I had almost forgotten about him with everything that was happening.

I hadn't replied. Alexander was beguiling to me before but he was nothing compared to what Damien was to me. I didn't see the need to carry on a conversation with someone I barely knew or liked.

All was well until I received another text. The previous one was a simple greeting but this one was demanding. I had made the mistake of opening the chat and so there was a blue tick. He was angry that I hadn't replied and was demanding to know why.

It was then that I began to get scared. Alexander was a scary man but before this he had always been civil with me if not nice. And also our meetings had all been in public places where he couldn't hurt me. But now I knew that he was powerful. He probably knew my address and where I worked.

I felt a cold spark of dread in my heart. It was probably stupid but I did not like the idea of someone as powerful and sinister like Alexander to have such details about me.

I hurriedly texted back saying sorry for not replying earlier and making up an excuse.

"Its okay. Don't do it again," the prompt reply came. I breathed in a sigh of relief. He was not mad.

"When are you getting back to Chicago?"

"I don't know," I texted. "Maybe next week. Could also be the week after that."

"Okay. I would like to take you out for dinner when you are back."

I gaped at my screen and tried to calm my erratic heart. Did he just ask me out on a date! What on earth! I had met him like days ago and had barely talked. And on top of that his first impression was terrible to put it as an understatement.