Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
Grace
I sat at the table with my phone next to me, waiting for a call or a text message from him.
Dinner was already cold as it sat on the table for two hours.
I took my plate over to the sink and cleaned up.
Just as I turned off the kitchen lights and headed up to my room, the front door opened, and Jamieson walked in.
“Hey,” he spoke. “I got tied up in surgery with a spinal cord injury. Did you eat?”
“Considering it’s ten o’clock, yeah, I did. There are leftovers in the refrigerator,” I spoke as I started walking up the stairs.
“You cooked?”
“I did. Good night.”
“Grace, wait. What do you mean good night?”
“I’m tired, so I’m going to bed. Enjoy your dinner.”
I went into my room and shut the door. I was mad.
Did I have a right to be? Yeah, I did because all he had to do was shoot me a quick message.
But instead, I just sat at the table, across from an empty plate and seat, and waited for him like an idiot.
As I was changing into my pajamas, the door opened.
“Excuse me?” I cocked my head.
“Please, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. What is your problem?” he asked as he stood in the doorway.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit, Grace. Talk to me.”
“Fine. You want to know what my problem is? You could have at least called or texted me to let me know you wouldn’t be home,” I spoke with an irritated tone as I put on my pajama bottoms. “I cooked dinner for you. I never cooked for you before, and I thought it would be nice.”
“I’m sorry. I had emergency surgery. You, of all people, should understand that.”
“I do understand that, but you could have at least called or even had one of your residents tell me if you couldn’t.”
He stood there in the doorway and stared at me. I could tell he was carefully thinking about his next words.
“Patients come first, Grace, even before you.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” I shook my head. “Maybe this thing we’re trying, whatever it is, isn’t going to work.”
“You’re right. Maybe it isn’t. Good night.” He slammed the door.
“Asshole!” I yelled.
I climbed into bed and tossed and turned a few times before I got comfortable.
As I lay there, I thought about why I reacted the way I did.
I was a trauma surgeon, and I knew better.
I knew emergency surgeries always come up that prevent us from coming home.
It’s the life of being a doctor. I used to cancel on Sam all the time due to emergencies.
The difference was that I would let him know.
But then again, I had to realize that Jamieson had never been in a relationship before, and as much as I hated to admit it, he more than likely didn’t think about telling me.
Ugh. I threw back the covers, opened my door, and walked down the hallway to his bedroom.
After lightly knocking, he told me to come in.
When I opened the door, I found him sitting up in bed, looking at his phone.
His eyes diverted to me, and I stood there for a moment and just stared at him.
Neither one of us said a word. I slowly walked over to the other side of his bed and climbed under the covers.
He wrapped his arms around me and lightly kissed the top of my head.
“I know I upset you, and I’m sorry.”
“And I realize it really wasn’t your fault. You don’t answer to anyone. You never have,” I spoke.
“This is new to me, Grace. It will take some practice, and I will make mistakes along the way. I will need you to forgive those mistakes and know I’m trying.”
“I know. I’m sorry for what I said.”
“Me too. Next time, I will let you know. I promise.”
I turned around in his arms and looked up at him.
His lips gave way to a small smile, and instantly, I melted.
I climbed on top of him and smashed my mouth against his.
I wanted him like I’d never wanted him before.
He welcomed it and rolled me over on my back, hovering over me and taking total control.
After copious amounts of foreplay, he thrust inside me.
My body greeted him with warmth as he moved in and out of me with perfect rhythm.
Our lips meshed, our hands wandered, and we made love in several positions before he exploded inside me, and I had orgasm number three.
I laid my head on his chest, and we both fell asleep until our alarms went off the next morning.
“Shower?” He smiled as he softly kissed me good morning.
“Definitely.” I grinned.
I took in a deep breath as I stood outside Sam’s room. His wife was there with him, holding his hand.
“Good morning.” I smiled as I looked at her. “Have you been here all night?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t leave him.”
“Well, I’m here to check his vitals and surgical incisions. Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee from the cafeteria and maybe breakfast?”
She looked over at Sam.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Let the doctor do her job.”
She gave him a smile as she leaned over and gave him a kiss. When she walked out of the room, I glared at him.
“Grace, I can’t believe you’re here. So, this is where you moved to.”
“Yeah,” I spoke as I lifted his gown and checked his incisions. “Your wife is very nice, and you’re nothing but a shithead. She doesn’t deserve you. She deserves to know what a lying, cheating bastard you are.”
“Are you going to tell her?” he asked nervously.
“No. It’s not my place to tell her. You’re the one who lied for over a year.
If you feel the need to seek out other women, you have no business being married.
Your lack of respect for women repulses me.
You got lucky that I’m nice and won’t tell her.
But your luck might just run out when the next woman you lie to comes along. ”
“Dr. Finn was in here yesterday and he told me that you told him about me. Then he said something really strange.”
“What did he say?” I asked.
“I asked him why you would tell him about me, and he said I didn’t want to know the answer. What was he talking about?”
“Dr. Finn is my husband.”
“What?” He swallowed hard.
“Good morning, Sam.” Jamieson smiled as he walked into the room and looked at his head. “I trust my beautiful wife is taking care of you?” He winked at me.
“I can’t believe you got married. You barely know this guy.”
“Trust me. She knows me,” Jamieson spoke.
“We met in New York. In fact, we met while you and I were still together. He’s the reason I moved here. I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want to hurt you. So my finding out about your wife was my ticket out. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients to see.”
“Grace, wait!” Sam shouted.
I walked out of his room and let out a deep breath as I reached the elevator. Jamieson followed behind.
“Well played, Dr. Harper.” He grinned.
“I can’t believe I lied to him like that.”
“Don’t give it another thought. After what he did to you, he deserved it. Feel better now?”
“Actually, I do.” I smiled.
“Good. Now put that douchebag behind you.” He kissed my lips. “I’ll see you later.”