The Doctor (Part 15 – Sophie In tears)

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It was the Thursday almost a week since our Friday session at my house. I was getting worried, Sophie went home on Saturday afternoon. Then she called in sick on Monday and had not been at the office since then. All my WhatsApp and SMS messages showed ‘read’, but unanswered, and when I called, the calls all went to voicemail.It was crazy at the office without Sophie to manage bookings and stuff, but somehow I managed. I was worried about Sophie, not about the office management. I had grown to love Sophie, even as I love Tessa and Tarryn too. All three made me realise that love is not zero-sum.On Wednesday I had called Tessa and Tarryn to ask if either of them had heard from Sophie. Both said the same thing: WhatsApp messages go through and get read, but not answered.I asked around and finally got Sophie’s address. I had not realised how far out of town she lived. I sent her a WhatsApp.“I got your address at last,” I typed. “I am going to come by after work.”“I’ll cane to year horse at 6,” came her reply, a bit garbled.That was strange. She was normally a spelling and grammar nerd. What was going on?“You’ll come to my house at 6 PM?” I asked.“Yea, swat I sad,” she replied.“You drinking?” I asked.“Fuck off, see you sex,” came the reply.Yep, Sophie has been drinking, I thought. I wonder what happened. It is just so not like her.Somehow I made it through the day. It was 5:45 when I finally left the office. I had taken the motorcycle to the office, so I jumped on it and hit the road home. I put the bike in the garage and was locking up when a car pulled up outside, and I saw Sophie get out of what was thankfully an Uber.She Anadolu yakası escort bayan stumbled up the walkway and then saw me standing in the garage door. She walked over.For one of the most beautiful women I know, she managed to look terrible. Her hair was all tangled up, and she had lipstick on the side of her mouth, but none on her lips.“I fucking hate being ughly,” she slurred her words. “Fucking hate it.”“Sophie, you are beyond beautiful,” I said. “What happened? Let’s go inside, and you can tell me.”Inside the house, I wrapped my arms around Sophie, and she burst into tears. We stood there for a long while, with Sophie sobbing into my shoulder.“You made me feel beautiful,” she said, her words still slurred. “Why did you do that, when I am so ugly?”“You are not ugly,” I said. “But why do you think so?”“Fucking Ignatius,” she said.“He told you you were ugly?” I asked. “He must be totally blind.”“Arrested,” she mumbled. “In Saska-fucking-toon. For rape. The fucking bastard is in jail.”“Oh my beautiful Sophie,” I said. “I am so sorry, I love you.”She went all tense at that. She pushed away from me and went to the couch and flopped down on it.“Why did you say that?” she asked. “Just because you feel sorry?”“No, you know we all said that to one another last Friday,” I said. “I came to realise the truth that I love you so incredibly much this week in the office.”She burst into tears again.“How can you love a married woman who is so ugly that her husband doesn’t want to fuck her and then does what he did?” she asked. “I must be worthless.”“Because you are one Escort Kurtköy of the smartest people I know, because you are beautiful, because you are sexy beyond what any man could hope for,” I said. “You are far from worthless.”“I closed the fucker’s bank accounts,” she said. “He called to beg for bail money. I told him to go fuck a knothole in a fucking tree if he could find one small enough for is squishy little cock.”I could not help but smile at that.“You control the bank accounts, that’s cool,” I said.“Fucking prick was living off me for years,” she replied. “I have an inheritance.”“Oh, same as me then,” I said. “You see this house, and you have seen my income from the office, so you know I could not afford this place. It was my grandmother’s. She designed and built it. She was an architect in Toronto.”“Oh wow,” she said. “We are both lucky that way.”“Indeed, it seems so,” I replied.“Fucking prick thought he could get Algema Chemicals,” she said. “That’s what the fucker probably thought.”“May I sit next to you?” I asked, bringing a glass of water from the kitchen.“Yeah,” she replied. “Sorry to be so fucked up.”She drank the water, put her head on my shoulder and was instantly asleep. Within a few minutes, she was in deep sleep. I lifted her up carefully and carried her into the downstairs spare bedroom. I turned down the bed and carefully undressed her down to panties and bra. Then I covered her up with a sheet and put on the fan on a low setting.I sat there watching her sleep, and I loved this strange and mysterious woman who was my receptionist more and more by the minute. Maltepe escort She was beautiful, perfect sexually, smart as they come, and I could not help but think that she was way more educated than she let on.After some time, I got up and went to the kitchen, still thinking about Sophie and wishing it was me who was her husband. I made a quick stirfry and put some aside for Sophie to eat later. Then I went to my study and did a bit of work on a paper that I was writing with a colleague at the university. I must have been there for three hours, concentrating on the research results, and re-running some of the data analysis just to be sure. My butt was getting sore, so I stood up, and there was Sophie, standing in the doorway in bra and panties, watching me.“My goodness,” I said. “You are beautiful when you wake up. How are you feeling?”“I’m sorry for being all fucked up,” she said again. “I feel better now that I have sobered a bit and had a sleep. I have been unable to sleep, and I think I was drunk for two days.”“It’s okay,” I said. “You are much better off without that man.”“Yeah, I know,” she said. “You know, I was never drunk in my life until this week.“I must stink, can I have a shower and borrow some mouthwash and even a toothbrush?” she asked.“Of course,” I said. “Let’s go upstairs. I have a jacuzzi style tub there if you want to use it. And a shower too.”I held her hand gently and led her up the stairs. She looked at the tub and said, “That looks interesting, I love jets, but I will stick with a shower now.”“Okay, here is a towel and facecloth,” I said handing them over. “There is soap and shampoo in the shower, and there is body lotion on the shelf there if you want it.”“Thanks, Stefano,” she said. “You are a good person.”“Aww,” was all I could think of to say.“Stay with me,” she said. “Please.”“Alright,” I said, sitting down on the chair that was in the corner.“Pull it closer,” she said. “I want to feel you there.”

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