Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“What are you currently on?” Gavin continues.
“The pill,” I answer vaguely, knowing there are several different options out there but not knowledgeable enough to go into detail.
My doctor tried to put me on them years ago, but my mother refused. Said there was no need for them. I’m supposed to remain a virgin.
“How many sexual partners?” Gavin questions.
“Two.” I don’t know why I lied. Actually, I do. I don’t want them to know how inexperienced I am. But I have no fucking clue why I chose two—maybe one is not enough and three is too many.
Gavin begins to open my gown. My hand lifts to cover my breasts, but Haidyn grabs my right hand in both of his. It feels like a lover’s hold—one on top, the other on the bottom. But I know the truth. Gavin takes my left hand and lifts it above my head to rest on the cold paper while he begins to check my breast and underarm.
You can hear my heavy breathing over anything else in the room, and my nipples harden. Goose bumps cover my skin, and it’s freezing in here even though I’m sweating. I feel like Haidyn had them lower the temperature on purpose. I pull my knees up, put my feet flat on the table, and tightly hold my legs closed as I focus on a single spot on the ceiling. I can feel Haidyn’s eyes on my body, and I bite my tongue to keep from making a sound.
“All good.” Gavin taps my left arm. “You may put your arm back now,” he says, then covers me up.
I bite my inner cheek to hold in a sob as Haidyn lets go of my sweaty hand.
“Now…I’m going to give you a pelvic exam.” He moves to the end of the table and pulls out the stirrups, making the table rattle.
I allow him to place my shaking legs in them as he instructs. “Scoot your bottom down to the edge.”
I try to wiggle my way down, but my skin is stuck to the paper.
“Little more.”
I do as instructed, then wrap my arms tightly around my chest, wanting to cover my tear-streaked face.
“You’re going to feel some pressure.” His glove-covered fingers enter me, and I raise my hips up as he stands between my spread legs and presses down on my lower abdomen. “Doing great, Charlotte,” he tells me, and my cheeks flush.
I’ve had a male gynecologist for years, but to have Haidyn in here with me is humiliating.
Gavin’s free hand presses down on my stomach as he feels around before he removes his hand from between my legs, and I sink into the table, letting out a long breath. He takes his gloves off and throws them away. I go to move my legs, but Haidyn’s voice stops me.
“Stay,” he commands. It’s the first word he’s spoken since he entered with Gavin, and it sends a chill up my spine.
I take a shaky breath and lick my lips. Gavin walks over to me with a clipboard. He looks over and speaks to Haidyn. “Looks good. I’ll go get everything ready and be right back. Should have you out of here within a couple of hours.” He exits, closing the door, and I try to take a calming breath, but it doesn’t work.
“Haidyn…?” I can only whisper his name and glance up at him.
He’s already staring down at me. He gently runs his knuckles down the side of my wet cheek. “Yeah, doll face?”
“What’s going to take a couple of hours?” I’m sucking in air but feeling lightheaded. The idea of passing out sounds good.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he says, “Place your arms above your head, Annabelle.”
The way he calls me by my real name tells me he’s serious. My stomach sinks at the order, and I lift my arms, which seem to have gained twenty pounds each, but I manage to lay them above my head, bent at the elbows.
Haidyn steps away from the side, and he grabs my wrist, placing it where he wants it, stretching it above my head. The sound of medical restraints hits my ears before I realize he’s secured it to the table. Then he repeats the process with the other.
I try to pull on them, but they’re tied down above my head. “Haidyn…please…” My voice trembles, and my legs shake.
He comes back into my view when he stands next to me once again. His hand cups my face as my eyes find his. They don’t look amused or intrigued, just empty. I’ve never seen such pretty blue eyes look so dead. It’s scary. There’s no telling what kind of initiations this man went through to become who he is today. But I have a feeling he’s going to put me through the same humiliation. “I’m not going to hurt you here.”