I fucked Selene unconscious!
Seeing Selene passed out in front of me, I was at a loss for what to do, feeling a whirlwind of emotions.
Did this mean I was amazing in bed? Or was I just terrible?
Was I just a brute, only knowing how to go hard without any real skill?
I pushed those thoughts aside for now. I carried Selene to the bathroom and took a shower to wash off the sweat and booze from both of us.
When I brought Selene back to bed, I noticed the sheets were still damp from her arousal.
But it was late, so I grabbed a big towel from the bathroom shelf, spread it over the wet spot, laid Selene down, and climbed in beside her, pulling the blanket over us.
When I woke up, I groggily opened my eyes. All the memories from last night came flooding back, starting from when Sophia brought Selene and me to the hotel, to Selene suddenly bursting in while I was showering, and then we made love on the bed.
The memory faded after I put her to sleep and lay down beside her.
It was only then that I realized Selene had left. I reached out to where she had slept, and it was already cold, suggesting she had left early in the morning.
When I got up to freshen up in the bathroom, I saw a small note on the bedside table, left by Selene.
It read: "I went to inspect the branch office. I left a card under your pillow. Consider it your reward from last night."
Seeing this note, I felt a tangle of emotions within me as it made me feel as if I were a sex worker.
Why did it feel like she slept with me and then paid me off?
And this feeling didn't sit well with me. I wasn't happy to take this money; it felt like I had sold myself. In the end, I didn't take the money. After freshening up, I briefly checked the room.
Some of Selene's things were still in the hotel room, indicating she would come back, so I placed the card conspicuously in her suitcase.
After that, I changed and left the hotel.
When I woke up, I realized it was already noon, and the company was on lunch break. So instead of rushing to the office, I leisurely made my way to a restaurant for a meal.
But as soon as I sat down, I felt a dizzy spell coming over me.
It was then that I remembered that my throat had been a bit sore since yesterday morning, but with everything that happened yesterday, I got busy and forgot about it.
Having stayed up all night and the intense sex, I now felt even worse.
I ordered some light food, but even after eating, the discomfort persisted.
It seemed like I needed to go to a hospital to get checked out, but what I didn't expect was that as soon as I left the restaurant, I bumped into someone.
The body felt soft, but because the person was thin, I also hit their bones, which made my headache.
Before I could look up to see who it was, I passed out.
"David, are you okay? Wake up! Oh my God, he's burning up! Hurry! Get him to the hospital!"
These words kept echoing in my mind, but I couldn't figure out whose voice it was.
As soon as I woke up, a blinding light hit me, and I saw a white ceiling above.
I looked around and everything was white, with the smell of disinfectant in the air.
I was in the hospital. Who brought me here?
I sat up slowly, feeling much better, but there was no one by my bedside.
"Doctor! Doctor!" I called out, still sitting on the bed.
"Stop yelling. Just lie back and rest, you just woke up," a familiar voice said. It was the voice I heard before passing out.
I looked towards the door, eager to see who brought me here.
It was Hannah, standing at the door in a white coat, walking over to me.
She gently pushed me back onto the bed and placed her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature but not finding anything unusual.
Then she suddenly lowered her head, pressing her forehead against mine.
Her delicate features were so close that it almost startled me.
I tried to move back, but she anticipated it, pressing the back of my head to keep our foreheads together.
"Why so close all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Close? I'm just taking your temperature," Hannah said, letting go and flicking my forehead. "Why didn't you go to the hospital? Didn't you realize you have a fever?"
"Me? Fever? No way," I said, confused. I hadn't had a fever in years. How could I suddenly have one just because I didn't cover myself with a blanket one night?
"Why would I lie? When you were brought in, I personally took your temperature. You had a 101-degree fever."
Hannah showed me the medical records by the bedside, confirming a high fever of 101 degrees and a cold diagnosis.
But I still didn't quite believe it. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? Aren't you a urologist? Why are you treating me for a cold in the emergency room?"
"Don't worry, I can handle a simple cold. My main job is here at this hospital; the urology clinic is just my side gig," she said with a smile.
"You're not short of money, so why do you have two jobs?" I asked, puzzled.
"I'm not, but more is always welcome. Plus, this hospital lets me off early, so I have time to work at the urology clinic too," Hannah said while recording my condition.
"But why did you take your patients' temperature in such an intimate way?" I muttered.
I still remembered how Hannah measured my temperature, and it made me think.
I was usually the one to initiate things between us, so her getting so close made me a bit uncomfortable.
"We've done more intimate things. Now it's just measuring temperature by touching foreheads. Do you mind?" Hannah retorted.
"Of course not, I even want more."
As I said that, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me.
She lost her balance and fell into my lap, clutching my hospital gown tightly as her eyes locked onto mine.