Chapter 3 #2
I would buy my daughter anything, especially if it brought her such joy, but I really didn’t know what the doctor was talking about.
“Aurora wants the Sleeping Beauty dress. You can find it in any toy store,” she explained, standing in front of me.
She was a tall, slender woman, and although the lab coat didn’t leave much to the imagination, I had a feeling this woman must have a spectacular body.
While my mind was wandering about the doctor’s anatomy, Aurora surprised me by turning and stretching to hug her, which caused our bodies to collide.
Her perfume reached my nostrils and I had to make a great effort to calm myself; it was intoxicating.
When our eyes made contact, I almost drowned in them; that gray was hypnotic.
What the hell was it about this woman that disturbed me so much? ! I needed to get out of there.
“Little one, what are you doing?” I said, trying to separate myself.
“It’s no problem. Aurora and I have already become friends,” she affirmed, but I could tell she was also a bit dazed or embarrassed.
“Friends?”
“You shouldn’t be surprised. To my delight, I have hundreds of friends between the ages of 0 and 16.”
When she smiled, my world changed direction. It was the sweetest and most wonderful smile I had ever seen in my life. This woman was impressive. My eyes remained fixed on her sensual mouth and I couldn’t look away.
An imperative voice managed to snap me out of it.
Thank goodness! I thought, seeing the nurse speak to me so sternly, because it brought me back down to earth.
“And you’re lucky that Dr. Dulcet was here, she’s the angel of pediatrics, there’s not a child who can resist her charms. The doctor is adored by all her patients, and by the parents too.
.. I mean fathers and mothers. It’s also good for you to know, Mr. Cavaller, that the doctor shouldn’t even be here, she should have left the clinic hours ago, but as always, she put her patients before her own life, so instead of shouting in the corridors, you should be thanking her,” she stated, looking at me as if she wanted to cut off my head.
I had to agree with her on many things. Dr. Dulcet was an angel, in appearance and, from what I had seen, in her treatment of children. I had no doubt that this woman was adored by everyone, and I could imagine the fathers drooling as they devoured her with their eyes.
Just like you’re doing! the voice of my conscience told me.
Imagining men devouring her with their eyes made me feel an annoyance I couldn’t understand, and on the other hand, the last thing the nurse had said didn’t make me feel very good given my bad behavior toward the doctor. She had stayed to take care of Aurora and I had implied she was incompetent.
“Aurora, we need to go.”
“Divon, Divon,” Aurora called her, but I wasn’t planning to stay a second longer.
“You have to go get the princess dress, don’t forget. And you can come visit me whenever you want, in fact, you should ask Alba to bring you so you can show me how beautiful you look in that dress.”
I left there as quickly as I could. From her words, it was clear to me that she was suggesting that I shouldn’t be the one to bring my daughter to see her, but she needn’t worry because I had no intention of going back there either; that woman was too disconcerting.
We found the Sleeping Beauty costume after going into 5 toy stores.
I was already exhausted. Thank you, Dr. Dulcet!
Although I must confess that seeing my daughter’s joy when she saw herself in the princess dress made me forget everything, and I would have continued searching the entire world to get her that costume.
She was a small and beautiful little princess.
When we got to my car and I was settling her into her car seat, I saw that the phone Aurora had been holding at the clinic was on the seat. There were only two possibilities.
“Alba, is this phone yours?” I asked, showing it to her.
“No, Mr. Cavaller.” She observed it carefully. “Oh my God! That phone belongs to Dr. Dulcet! Did Aurora bring it?” she asked, her face marked with concern.
“It appears so. Don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll send one of my employees to take it to the clinic and leave it for them to return to her.”
I got into the car and, on the way to my house, Aurora kept mentioning her name and Alba told her that in the coming days she would take her to visit the doctor.
The fact that my daughter wanted to see her didn’t make me feel good; we didn’t know anything about that woman’s life, she was young, but perhaps she was married and might even be a mother.
I didn’t want Aurora to become attached to any woman; I didn’t want her to suffer when that woman eventually cast her aside.
“Alba, if Aurora doesn’t mention it again, I’d prefer you not take her to see Dr. Dulcet. She has her doctor, and that’s Miranda Nur.”
“Yes, sir, whatever you say,” she paused for a few seconds and then added, “Although let me tell you that this doctor was very warm and examined her very thoroughly. I asked for her office phone number to call her in case...”
“Alba, I want Aurora to continue being treated by Dr. Nur,” I stated firmly, without giving any further explanations.
I wasn’t being very fair to either Alba or Dr. Dulcet, but I didn’t want my daughter to become so attached to her, nor did I want to run into her again.
When we got home, we had dinner and I took several photos of her in her princess costume because she looked precious.
Aurora laughed and twirled around the living room.
She was as happy as I hadn’t seen her in a long time.
The problem arose when Alba tried to put her pajamas on and there was no way to get her to take off the dress.
“Don’t worry, Alba. I don’t think we can win this battle. Wait until she falls asleep and then take it off,” I suggested, because the little boss wasn’t going to give up her princesshood.
“Very well, sir.”
I gave my daughter a goodnight kiss and left her bedroom, planning to have a glass of whiskey in my study, the only place in the house where I found a bit of peace.
When I sat down in the armchair and took a good sip of the drink, those hypnotic and wonderful gray eyes came back to my mind.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that woman.
A noise caught my attention, but I couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from.
After several minutes, I realized it was a ringtone from a phone, but not mine.
That's when I remembered I had her phone, and I went to my briefcase to get it.
The screen lit up again with an incoming call and the name Sylvia appeared on it.
I left it on the desk while I observed it.
It stopped ringing. It was a phone without any photos, but perhaps it was her work phone and that's why she hadn't put anything personal on it.
But if it was her work phone, she would surely need it because they might call her for an emergency.
Don’t even think about it, you bastard! I told myself.
But ignoring my own advice, I took my phone and asked my assistant to get me Dr. Devon Dulcet’s address.
With her usual discretion, she assured me she wouldn’t take long to get the information.
While I waited for her response, my anxiety grew exponentially.
The most sensible thing would be to leave things as they were and ask one of my employees to take it to the clinic.
Her phone rang again, but the number wasn’t saved as a contact because no name appeared.
A few minutes later, I had the doctor’s address written down and was heading to my car to return her phone.
Just for that? my conscience asked, but I went ahead with my plans and decided not to listen to it.
When I arrived at her building, I was tempted to drive past and forget about everything, but I had already come this far, and I never backed down from anything.
I pressed the doorbell several times and waited.
It was very late, so she was probably sleeping or.
.. When that thought came to mind, I realized what I was doing was crazy.
I was turning to leave when I heard her voice and, like a complete idiot, I approached the doorbell again.
“Who is it?”
“Is this Dr. Dulcet?” I asked, although I was certain it was her voice.
She took a few seconds to answer me.
“Yes, it is. Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m William Cavaller.”
“Who?” she asked, and the fact that she didn’t remember me disappointed me a little, and without realizing it, I let out a snort that I suppose she heard.
“Aurora Cavaller’s father, the little girl you examined in the emergency room today. I’m at your building door because I came to bring you your phone. Can you come down so I can give it to you and go back home?” I said, aware that I wasn’t being nice, but my male ego had definitely been wounded.
“I appreciate you taking the trouble. Give me a few minutes because I’m in my nightgown and need to change,” she said, but something made me want to see her dressed as she was and to learn a bit more about her life. So...
“I can’t waste any more time, let me in and I’ll bring it up to you.”
I know, I was a real bastard, but I didn’t want her to realize that my visit was to see her again, because that was the reality.
While I rode up in the elevator, I felt uneasy, but I had no reason to be—I would give her the phone, leave, and stop with this nonsense.
I got off the elevator, found her door, and knocked.
When she opened the door and I saw her in a robe, barefoot, with her hair down, my heart hesitated to keep beating.
I couldn’t help looking her up and down shamelessly.
I noticed she was looking at me in surprise, so I stretched out my arm and handed her the phone, but I couldn’t avoid continuing to speak to her in an authoritative manner.
“Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing.”