Nikita

The alarm rings for the fourth time in a row, and I've just had enough of it. 4 am or not; no one ruins my sleep, not even the stupid clock. Eyes still closed, I tap the space next to my bed, hoping to reach the darn thing.

Why can't it ever just shut up after the first fuċken ring? Must it really wake up the whole neighborhood? Just as I'm about to reach it, I hear it fall on the floor, and I swear I'm hoping it breaks, though I know I'll just have to buy another one, I always do.

"Mykolajki Pavlenko waking up without an alarm bursting his eardrums off, is a sight I will pay to see." that's what mother used to say. At that thought, I shake my head, not wanting to remember the memories that haunt me on a daily.

Where's the fuċken bedside lamp? Argh. I'm so tired of things moving in the night like they even have somewhere to go other than the floor, and why is my pillow so soft today?

If this is just another nightmare, then I'll curse the universe for the millionth time. It must be my head playing with me again, but I can feel it. Oh well, maybe I slept with my sister's teddy bear again.

The alarm is forgotten somewhere on the floor as I snuggle closer to the only thing that reminds me of my family. Maybe if I hold on too tight, they won't leave me again.

I really don't want them to, not this time or ever. But there's something strange about this teddy; why is it dragging my hand down to its abdomen? And why does it get softer the lower my hand goes?

Snap out of it, Mykolajki! I try to reprimand myself, but even I know this, I can't win. Besides, there's no harm in knowing what's happening in my bed. If it's just another nightmare, then it's a good thing my eyes are closed; I don't want to see my demons today; they can go on a vacation or whatever.

I like what I'm feeling, that I must admit though it's somewhat creepy. I got no problem with that anyway.

As my hands trail down the teddy's skin, I decide against it. I really need to get up because my shift starts in an hour. Lately, the hospital has been busy, and they need all hands on deck; I also love being there, interacting with my patients, my only escape from my torments.

I get out of bed and reach out for the lamp, but a feminine voice stops me. Even my bed is talking like Alexa, Fuck! What's with everything being weird today?

"Don't turn it on, stay." now I really am going insane. So I turned on the lamp, but the sight that greeted me got me turning the light off and getting back in bed. You would, too, if you were me.

There's a goddess in my bed. Her thick long hair sprawled on my bed, making her look like an enchantress, and I'm just any part of her story she wants me to, and we can role play if she wants to. My job can wait a little longer.

The round face with beautiful black eyes that are calling on me, the tiny nose ring she's got one here, and the full pouty lips, the white teeth carelessly tucking her lip ring in like I did not just come undone for her.

There are no words to describe what I see, but a sėxy goddess does it for you because she's mine for now.

Bless the universe!

Lights off, lips against lips, bodies between the sheets, skin against skin, pŀėȧsurė upon pain, and a fuċken alarm ring thirty minutes later, I finally get to turn on the lamp, and boy, I'm impressed with my work as I carelessly stroll into the bathroom hoping to find the goddess gone.

However, when I'm done in the shower, I see her looking at me, like she'd the sin the master will most definitely forgive me for committing.

She's tempting and as much as I like what I've done with her, and to her, I have patients to get to. I tell her to go home at seven or whenever she sees fit as I leave for work, but not before leaving my maid the rules.

Just as I'm about to go out the door, I hear her calling me.

"Dmytri, I'll see you soon." well, apparently, I told her I'm Dmytri. Human beings can be so dumb at times, but whatever. But I'm starting to think that name really suits me, though I can literally hear my mother scolding me against role-playing, but what can I say? I'm my father's son any day, every day, ha.

"Yeah,.." I say as I try to remember her name. I just hope she doesn't ask me for her name because I don't even remember getting her here with me. Maybe she's Francine, Jackie, Taylor, or something.

She's got to have a name, but I don't remember; it's not helpful to me anyway because after whatever this is, she'll never be back in my bed. I guess it's my unlucky day because she talks like the other girls I brought here before her.

"So you don't remember my name?" I contemplate giving her a rude answer just to get her off my back, but the sėx this morning was good; I think I can tap that well again today. After all, I'll be leaving the city in a few weeks, and I might as well enjoy it.

Taking one last look at the family estate, I get in my Audi R8 and drive to the hospital.