Chapter 13 MAKE ME PREGNANT

Chapter 13 MAKE ME PREGNANT
Atarah Klyte 

"BUT how?" Akisha asked.

Why does she even want to know? She's way too curious. What is this—jealousy? Tss.

"Ask her," Rare replied with a teasing grin.

Ugh! I hated that grin of his. It irritated me so much.

But I can't deny that He's so Hot!

"Gotta go. Just tell Daddy for me. I'm feeling dizzy," I said to Ate Akisha instead, completely ignoring her question.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rare raise one eyebrow, but I pretended not to see it and hurried away. Before I could get too far, though, I heard him speak again.

"I'm an exchange doctor currently working at St. Calisha, where your sister also works, and she happens to be a close friend of mine."

What? He knows me because we're "close"? And wait—oh my God! Did he recognize me from the hospital? He mentioned St. Calisha!

I shook my head and practically ran out from the hotel. Once outside, I headed straight to the parking lot.

I hurriedly rummaged through my bag for my car keys. The moment I found them, I suddenly felt something tickling my foot, so I looked down.

"WHAAA!" I screamed, jumping around in panic. My things slipped from my hands.

A rat! A rat! Sh-t!

Because of my panic, I accidentally twisted my ankle. I shut my eyes tightly as my balance gave way, expecting to crash to the ground any second.

But I didn't.

Instead, I felt strong arms catch me.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I immediately pouted and burst into tears. Yes, it was dramatic, but I couldn't stop myself—from the stupid rat and the pain in my ankle.

"Hey, shhh. Stop crying," the person who caught me said softly.

Even through my blurry vision, I knew it was Rare.

Suddenly, my feet left the ground.

He was carrying me—like a bride.

"What happened?" he asked.

I didn't answer until he gently sat me down on a bench.

"What happened?" he repeated, leaning closer. He wiped my tears with a handkerchief he pulled from his suit.

I stopped crying, suddenly feeling awkward. Wait... why is he even here?

Did He run too?

"Th-the rat," I stammered, feeling his breath brush against my face.

"Uhm, lean on me."

For some reason, I obeyed and leaned back against the bench. He moved his face away slightly, then lifted my injured foot and placed it carefully on his thigh before slowly removing my heels.

"Endure it. It hurts at first, but it'll feel good later," he said in a husky voice.

"Huh?" I asked in shock.

That sounded suspicious! Pervert!

"Nah," he said, shaking his head with a grin as he began gently massaging my foot.

"A-ah—ouch!" I whimpered.

"Pardon me. I'll be gentle."

I almost choked on my own saliva as certain memories suddenly flashed through my mind.

AHHH! Why is my brain so dirty?!

I squeezed my eyes shut as the pain from his massage intensified. After a few minutes, however, the pain gradually faded and turned into relief.

"Ah!" I yelped when he suddenly pressed down.

But after that, the pain was completely gone.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and moved my foot.

No pain.

It felt completely normal again.

Wow. Is Hw secretly a massage therapist? 

Well... he is a doctor after all.

When I glanced at him, I caught Rare staring at me coldly.

Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze. "Ahm... thank you."

I reached for my heels, but he grabbed them first.

"No. Don't wear these. Wait here."

His face had suddenly turned serious.

"O-okay," I said.

He walked away, and only then did I finally breathe properly again. I pressed a hand to my chest.

Why is my heart beating so fast?

A few minutes later, he returned with a pair of slippers. Men's slippers. They were a little big—Nike.

"Here. Sorry about the size. Wear them."

He placed them on the ground, his hand briefly brushing my arm.

"Wa—" I tried to refuse.

"Just wear them to avoid worse inflammation," he said firmly.