The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

22 : Doubting Him

My eyes open to the sunlit room as I wake up wrapped in Mickey's arms. Mornings in my new bedroom were nearly unbearable. The sunlight through the huge window bounced around the small, white space so intensely. I haven't slept in once since moving here almost three months ago. I reach under the pillow for my phone and shut off my alarm four minutes before it was set to go off.

I look over my shoulder at Mickey as he spoons me. He's another person when he sleeps. His face is relaxed, but his brows crease slightly as if he's worried about something. I listen to his deep, even breaths as I stare at him, and my chest aches painfully.

The way I feel about him scares me. It's not the kind of fear that makes me want to run away. It's the fear that I will never be able to make him feel the way he makes me feel, the fear that I don't deserve him.

I let myself stare at him for a few moments before crawling out from between his arms, careful not to wake him. When I leave his grasp, he rolls to his stomach with a sigh but doesn't wake.

I'm able to shower, get dressed, and pack my bag before he catches me. "Walking out on me already?"

I look through the door and see him staring at me. He has that lazy smile on his face, his long hair tousled and sexy. Why does he have to be so goddamn handsome without trying? I walk over to him and he rolls towards me, leaving the blankets behind. He props himself up on his elbows as I crouch to meet him.

"I was trying not to wake you," I coo. I press my lips to his and linger longer than I should. I want him, but he's off limits right now. Our lips separate slowly and he pouts. "Don't look at me like that, Mickey. I won't want to leave."

He grins proudly. "Go. I'll see you tonight at the studio, right?"

"Right." He has a shoot. For some reason, he prefers I be there.

"Okay, good," he concedes. He gives me one more kiss before he flops to his back. I stand up and grab my things. "Have a great day, baby. I love you."

I grin happily. "I love you too," I tell him as I leave.

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It is lunchtime before I even realize. Half my day is gone and I don't feel like I've worked at all. I can barely remember why this place was my second choice. It's a beautiful facility and has a great teaching program. Sure, it doesn't have the reputation of my first pick, but that is probably a good thing. I could make a name for myself here, and I intend to. But to do that, I would have to be careful.

I am enjoying my fresh start, and being careful to monitor my bluntness in order to stay likable with my new coworkers. Right now, no one knows I'm a proud slut with a famous porn star for a boyfriend. We'll see how long that lasts.

People here are gossipy assholes, just like everywhere else. The doctors and nurses have been talking about the same nurse since I started, calling her "slut" this and "whore" that. So of course, I sought her out and befriended her. Us degenerates have to stick together.