(Drake's POV)
Thank God!
I'm glad a male doctor did the checkup. I wouldn't want another woman drooling on me, especially when there's no woman that would enchant me like the one outside this ward.
It will just be another pain in the ass, since I feel bad for ruining their expectations.
Gosh! the sounds like I'm showing off.
I sat up on the bed and the only thing I heard from everything the doctor was saying, was how I shouldn't strain my manhood for at least a week to avoid complications, as the blow I received was really grave and could have broken my balls…..
The thought of it made me cringe, but I'm not type to act dramatic over spilled beans.
Or not?
I'm only this calm because I knew I deserved what happened, because my actions with her could only be defined with one word.
Harassment.
Let's just say I consider both of us to be even now.
But still, I would have to confirm if I'm still active as a man, so I need to work towards asking her to help with that.
A week is enough for the pursuit, and we could do the deed after.
Will still follow the doctor's instructions, since my mom would tear Morgana into pieces if she came to learn about this.
"I will prescribe some medicine for you, and I advised you to at least use it actively for 2 days before slacking off."
I looked up at the doctor.
Seems like someone could read minds.
I was already wondering how he expects me to remember taking the drugs, but it seems he had caught on to how disinterested I looked when he was giving his instructions earlier and predicted I'm the type to toss the tablets aside.
"I will. Thank you." I replied to him and asked him to let the ladies outside come in.
Pressing onto a switch on the wall, both figures were soon in view.
My eyes met with Morgana's, and she looked like she had experienced a confrontation of some sort, as the nonchalance in her demeanor from earlier was gone.
I wonder what happened, but I soon found out after I tricked Sarah into seeing to the drugs the doctor prescribed, so I could head straight home after.
Before I completed my plan and made her leave, she eagerly suggested they buy from the hospital pharmacy and left.
Before she left, her expression changed as she turned to look at Morgana.
"If you like, give another excuse and watch his condition worsen instead of calling for help. Attend to his needs before I return."
Hmm. Seems someone wants to look mighty and caring in front of me, but it only made me feel disappointed in Sarah.
The way she looked at Morgana was like she doesn't amount much and this might sound crazy, but I would have gotten a rich man for myself, if I have the angelic look and feature Morgana possessed, than enduring this humiliation.
I have workers of my own, but the main point here is the treatment.
She didn't act like Morgana has a feeling of her own.
The urge to get her out of this current situation rose in my chest and at that moment, I wasn't thinking of how I want both of us to explore each other's body.
I just believe she is worth more than this and I felt protective of her.
Sarah walked out, proving to me that my whole idea to turn her off with my sex infactuated dude excuse, didn't work one bit.
I turned my head to look at Morgana and she was still standing at the same spot.
Her head hanging low and fingers twitch, as if she's struggling not to clench her fist.
I somehow felt that she didn't want this.
I felt like she had something on her mind and I just couldn't think of the possibility that poverty led her to this job.
She's just too perfect. There's something unique about her.
A few strands of her silver hair dangles in front of her as she continues to look down at her feet.
I wonder what's going through her mind.
Am I the cause of this?
I doubt that, because Sarah won't leave us alone in a room if she suspects I'm interested in her maid.
But seeing a girl who was brave enough to hit my groin and had been acting fierce all this while, looking defeated in front of me, I feel like I'm to blame.
I only want to treat the women that caught my interest well.
To spoil them with money and drown them in pleasure.
Not hurt them.
"Do you want to stop living your life as a maid?" I asked her and she slowly looked up at me.
Her expression was blank, but I could feel she's in a very bad mood.
But the weird part is that, for the second time today, I'm seeing a different eye colour.
She now has a brownish-black orbs, like that of Sarah.
Am I hallucinating or what?
She continues to stare at me defeatedly.
"Is there anywhere hurting?" She asked me, ignoring what I said earlier.
I don't understand why I felt enraged, the more I see her being submissive like this.
With a slightly irritated tone, I replied, "my head hurts. Come massage it for me."
She walked like a dazed person and getting in front of me, she raised her hands to really massage my forehead.
My anger rose for a reason I couldn't put my finger on.
This is my chance, perhaps?
I should take advantage and proceed with my plan right?
But imagining myself being another man, who couldn't restrain himself from a beautiful lady like her, made my anger boil.
I grabbed both of her hands, yet she maintained a passive expression, as if having given up on everything.
I stood up to match her height and inched my face closer to her own.
She didn't show any reaction, until I spoke up, "My lips are dried. Moisturize them for me with your saliva."
She finally blinked and I could see her old self returning, as a frown began to settle on her forehead.
I still pushed further though. "Kiss me."