Page 10 of Mercy
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bite.
She smirks at me, “I hope you at least got to finish.”
Pushing her up against the wall, I grab her throat, holding her in place. “Listen here baby girl, keep pushing and you’ll learn more about me than you ever wanted to know. You’re playing with fucking fire. Fuck around and find out, little girl,” she moans. I’ve got her by her fucking throat, and she moans like she’s going to come. “Stop fucking with me.” I let her go and walk to my closet to get dressed.
Her voice travels through the room. “Do you think that scared me, Liam?”
I sigh a deep breath; this woman is exasperating.
“All it did was make me wet and want you more.”
I get my suit pants, socks, and shoes and get them on as I shake my head. “Mercy, you’re impossible.”
Glancing over at her, she giggles, “I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to go after it.”
“Even if it costs you your job?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
She giggles. I could easily make one quick phone call that would end her employment. She certainly doesn’t appear concerned.
I pull on a white dress shirt and put it on as she watches me with an intense gaze. After putting on my suit, I glance at her while slipping my shoes on, “Let’s go.”
She smiles, “Yes, sir.”
“Would you stop calling me that?”
She throws me a seductive look, and says, “I think you like it.”
Ignoring her comment, I walk out to the garage with her following me. We get in, and I drive away.
Trying to make small talk, I ask her, “What made you get into social work? And why kids’ with cancer?”
There’s pain in her expression when I glance at her.
“I lost my sister to cancer eight years ago. After that happened, I felt like I could have extra compassion for people going through the same thing. I always knew I wanted to be a therapist, help people, but it was then that I knew it needed to be kids with cancer.”
“I’m sorry, Mercy.”
Glancing over at her again, I see the ache and it's heartbreaking.
“She fought a long, hard battle. At least she’s not in pain now. But I really miss her. She was my best friend. We did everything together. Someday, I want to open a cancer center that will provide free treatment and counseling for families affected by cancer that can’t afford it.”
I’m speechless. There’s more to this overbearing sexual creature than I realized.
“That’s wonderful and very much needed,” I said.
She nods, “What about you? What made you get into pediatric oncology?”
“I always knew I wanted to be a doctor. When I lost my brother to leukemia, then I lost Nash’s mom to cancer, and then my grandmother, an aunt, the list goes on. I knew I needed to be an oncologist, but when I was in medical school, I met a little boy that altered my world. He was going through chemo; he didn’t make it. It was at his funeral that it came to me. Maybe I could’ve saved him. I was a cocky young man, but I believed I could’ve made a difference. There were other treatments that could’ve been done, not just chemo alone. I’ve always believed he needed more, and that might have made the difference between life and death. That little boy changed my life.”
“What was his name?”
I smile, remembering him fondly, “Charlie.”
We arrive at the hospital, and I find my usual parking spot. Getting out, we walk up to the door, and I hold it open for her.
“You’re the Chief of Pediatric Oncology?” She says loudly.
“So, my parking spot says,” I reply flatly.
