Free Falling For The Doctor (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Violet Jackson Page A
Authors: Violet Jackson
for three weeks.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Ms. Jones? You have a visitor,” the new receptionist said chirpily.
“Okay. Show them in,” Sherina replied absently. She had only just returned from her trip to Vienna with Deb and while she had a blast, she was glad to be back in New York. Deb had flirted outrageously with the natives whilst Sherina had taken long strolls and just enjoyed the night life all the while aware of the pit of despair in her stomach that wasn’t going away.
She missed David, much as she hated to admit it to herself, she missed him terribly. But his betrayal was just as bad as Darren’s and she could never forgive him because she had loved him more than she had ever loved anyone alive.
The door opened then and she gasped. The person at the door was David, just as though he had materialized from her thoughts. Except, he didn’t look so much like his usual self. His face was gaunt and pale, his clothes hung loosely about him as though he had lost weight; and he had. He had lost several pounds, she thought. His hair was in disarray around his head; his clothes were wrinkled and his eyes were bloodshot as though he had been drinking.
She rose to her feet, her hands trembling so much that she had to hide them behind her back. Seeing him was affecting her more than it should, she thought raising her chin defiantly.
“I’m surprised they let you past security, looking the way you do,” she said frigidly tamping down on her emotions.
His eyes lifted dully to hers, their expression so confused that for a second she was almost afraid he had lost his mind.
“Sherina,” he breathed coming around her desk and standing a hair’s breadth away from her.
Sherina braced herself for the onslaught of the stench of beer but he didn’t smell like he had been drinking. For all he looked like some hobo, he smelled clean enough.
“What happened? Why did you walk away from me?” he asked.
“Gee, what do you need me for? Mrs. Knight not doing enough?” she asked sarcastically.
“Mrs. Knight? What are you...”
“Don’t lie to me,” she interrupted with barely restrained violence.
“What do you mean?”
“You are married! I found the papers and the big honking ring you got her! What was I to you? A holiday fling?” she screamed.
Sorrow flickered in his eyes as he looked at her and she read the truth in his eyes; he was married. For some stupid reason, a part of her had held onto the insane belief that there was an explanation for those papers; that he had had a real excuse. Anger closed up her throat. When had she become some pathetic excuse for a woman hoping some man had some excuse for lying to her?
Hate, pure and undiluted rose in her like a beast and she glared at him.
David shook his head, his heart squeezing at the expression in her eyes. “No. I was not married when I met you, not really.”
“Yeah I got that,” she snapped sarcastically. “You made me the other woman! You used me to cheat on your wife!”
“Listen to me,” he yelled, grabbing her shoulders in frustration.
“Take your fucking hands off me!”
“We separated a year ago Sherina, long before I met you. We were only proceeding with the divorce when we met. I swear, that’s the truth.”
“Well guess what? I don’t believe you,” she shot back heatedly.
David shut his eyes as though praying for patience and it infuriated Sherina all the more. “Sherina I have never lied to you. I didn’t tell you about Miranda yes, but only because there was nothing to tell! We were already separated; in fact the divorce is final now.”
She glared silently at him.
“Is this why you left? I have been to hell and back in the one month since you left me but even that is nothing compared to how you wound me now with your reluctance to believe I’m telling you the truth right now,” he said.
“Whatever you say David,” Sherina said, stepping around him and heading for the couch beside the tea table in her office.
David
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Ms. Jones? You have a visitor,” the new receptionist said chirpily.
“Okay. Show them in,” Sherina replied absently. She had only just returned from her trip to Vienna with Deb and while she had a blast, she was glad to be back in New York. Deb had flirted outrageously with the natives whilst Sherina had taken long strolls and just enjoyed the night life all the while aware of the pit of despair in her stomach that wasn’t going away.
She missed David, much as she hated to admit it to herself, she missed him terribly. But his betrayal was just as bad as Darren’s and she could never forgive him because she had loved him more than she had ever loved anyone alive.
The door opened then and she gasped. The person at the door was David, just as though he had materialized from her thoughts. Except, he didn’t look so much like his usual self. His face was gaunt and pale, his clothes hung loosely about him as though he had lost weight; and he had. He had lost several pounds, she thought. His hair was in disarray around his head; his clothes were wrinkled and his eyes were bloodshot as though he had been drinking.
She rose to her feet, her hands trembling so much that she had to hide them behind her back. Seeing him was affecting her more than it should, she thought raising her chin defiantly.
“I’m surprised they let you past security, looking the way you do,” she said frigidly tamping down on her emotions.
His eyes lifted dully to hers, their expression so confused that for a second she was almost afraid he had lost his mind.
“Sherina,” he breathed coming around her desk and standing a hair’s breadth away from her.
Sherina braced herself for the onslaught of the stench of beer but he didn’t smell like he had been drinking. For all he looked like some hobo, he smelled clean enough.
“What happened? Why did you walk away from me?” he asked.
“Gee, what do you need me for? Mrs. Knight not doing enough?” she asked sarcastically.
“Mrs. Knight? What are you...”
“Don’t lie to me,” she interrupted with barely restrained violence.
“What do you mean?”
“You are married! I found the papers and the big honking ring you got her! What was I to you? A holiday fling?” she screamed.
Sorrow flickered in his eyes as he looked at her and she read the truth in his eyes; he was married. For some stupid reason, a part of her had held onto the insane belief that there was an explanation for those papers; that he had had a real excuse. Anger closed up her throat. When had she become some pathetic excuse for a woman hoping some man had some excuse for lying to her?
Hate, pure and undiluted rose in her like a beast and she glared at him.
David shook his head, his heart squeezing at the expression in her eyes. “No. I was not married when I met you, not really.”
“Yeah I got that,” she snapped sarcastically. “You made me the other woman! You used me to cheat on your wife!”
“Listen to me,” he yelled, grabbing her shoulders in frustration.
“Take your fucking hands off me!”
“We separated a year ago Sherina, long before I met you. We were only proceeding with the divorce when we met. I swear, that’s the truth.”
“Well guess what? I don’t believe you,” she shot back heatedly.
David shut his eyes as though praying for patience and it infuriated Sherina all the more. “Sherina I have never lied to you. I didn’t tell you about Miranda yes, but only because there was nothing to tell! We were already separated; in fact the divorce is final now.”
She glared silently at him.
“Is this why you left? I have been to hell and back in the one month since you left me but even that is nothing compared to how you wound me now with your reluctance to believe I’m telling you the truth right now,” he said.
“Whatever you say David,” Sherina said, stepping around him and heading for the couch beside the tea table in her office.
David