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[oceancee]

I’m not sorry for loving you…

Summary:

Jazmin makes her way to Dr Smith’s office he asks her for a strange request and in doing so bridges get burned.

Warmings:

NSFW, Abuse (physical and mental), sexual assault, abuse of power, manipulation, porn with plot, fingering, degradation, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, good girl and brat, my dear, jazzi)

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Chapter 2

Making my way to Dr Smith's office, I was dreading the next I don’t know minutes or hours of my life that I will never get back (unfortunately).

“Ah woman, you're here finally!” The fat man exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his comment.

Dr Smith was a short fat man. He had very little hair and looked to be about 50 even though he was only in his late 20s. Everyday at 12pm exactly you’d find his suit that he wore everyday starting to change from navy blue to a mix of all the food he had consumed. His white shirt would have spear patches under his arms and his upper back that would leak onto his blazer. On his chin coffee ran down as he messily chugged it down.

‘Fucking pig’ I thought.

“I have a name you know.” I spat back at him.He let out a nervous laugh at my words.

“Yes of course you do Miss…” clicking his fingers as he spoke, his assistant whispered what I assumed to be my name and correct title.

“Ah yes, I knew it was that, Dr ya mine.”

“Jazmin, sir.” his assistant corrected

“That’s was I said girl.” he said through gritted teeth, his voice raising slightly

“I do apologise sir but you didn’t say that you said ya mine…” she squeaked out. Her voice got quieter with each word.

Dr Smith slammed his hand down onto the table and stood up spitting at the poor girl “don’t you dare ever correct me again, I pay you to listen to shit I tell you to do like a good little bitch now stop embarrassing me in front of people to make yourself look good!, and you!” He pointed at me as he spoke “stop laughing you stupid pathetic woman”

It became apparent to me that all the rumors about Dr Smith being a sexiest, entitled and arrogant man were very much true.

“You wanted to see me Dr?”

“Yes I did” he cleared his throat before continuing his sentence “Lily leave the room now”

“Sir there is not Lily in the room” God that girl is so stupid still trying to make herself seem like a useful asset to him.

“You, I want you out now!” She stepped back in fear, shrinking as he yelled.

“Of course sir” it was clear that she was holding back tears as she ran out.

“Sorry about that” he laughed “woman and I right?”

I stared at him blankly wondering how he expected me to react to his offensive words. What did I look like to him, a fish?

“How I would love to spend all day chatting with you Dr, I would like to remind you that I am very busy and do not have all day so if you could please get you your po-” he cut me off before I could finish.

“Yes I am very aware of how busy everyone is” he sat down in his chair and motioned for me to come closer. Stepping towards him and taking a seat ok the chairs in front of his desk told me to stop.

“Don’t sit there, sit here” he spread his legs and pointed to the space underneath his desk.

“Why would I sit there?” I asked genuinely confused about what he was doing.

“So you put that big mouth of yours to use” he smirked.

I was disgusted. Who the fuck did he think I was, some slut? No, I'm a brain surgeon who is very respected in the medical field.

“Sir, are you implying what I think you are?”

“Maybe..”

“That is exactly unprofessional! I could report you for this!”

“And who exactly do you think they’ll believe me or you, Hm?” He laughed at my clear discomfort. He knew the power that he held over me.

“It’s either this or you're fired!” He sang.

“Fuck you, I’m going to”

“What exactly? Report me? I’ve already to you no one will believe a word that you say” he paused for a moment before continuing “if you leave here and report me I’ll make sure you never work in the medical industry again” he threatened.

I was trapped. It’s either I disgrace myself, my body and lose everything except my dignity.

“So what do you say?”

“I-I”

You…you?” He mocked

Do I risk all that I’ve worked for? Do I let my family down?

[oceancee]

I’m not sorry for loving you…

Summary: Jazmin was the top of her class in school. She always lived up to her parents expectations so when she eventually became a brain surgeon she couldn’t disappoint her parents, but what happens when her boss is a perv and she refuses to satisfy him?

Warnings:

NSFW, Abuse (physical and mental), sexual assault, abuse of power, manipulation, porn with plot, fingering, degradation, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, good girl and brat, my dear, jazzi)

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Chapter 1

‘I love you’

‘Love is a word that you’ve learned to use carelessly, you’ve forgotten to put meaning to the word.’

‘So then, teach me….’

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I don’t remember much about my childhood, the only few things I can remember are the happy, cheesy memories starring the main character of my comfort, my grandfather but he’s dead now. It was hard to accept (I still haven’t gotten over it completely).

All my life all I’ve wanted was to appease my parents for their own happiness as their happiness is mine. They wanted me to go to the grammar school near my house, it was never my dream but eventually it became mine. I didn’t mind it but after all the shit that happened there I wish I had failed the test and gone somewhere else, but that’s not relevant right now as I’ve only activated all the things I have due to me switching to a ‘prestigious’ private school as my parents who remind me every chance they got.

When I first joined the school I was in the bottom sets for all the important subjects that my parents cared about. Every evening as we sat down for dinner, the same conversation that wormed its way into our dinner.

“Jazmin.”

“Yeah?” I’d try to act oblivious to the fact that my parents were sharing the same look they always do before they interrogate me for why I’m not in top set for all my classes, despite me being at the top of my class in my last school.

“Have you been studying and paying attention in class?” The same look would infect my fathers eyes, I always hated the look. It made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him.

“Yes I have, why?”

“Me and your mother have been wondering if this school is good enough for you” they took a moment to side eye each other and then turned their attention to me.

“Have you gotten any updates on whether you’re moving up next term?”

“No, I haven’t but is that really important?” They were both about to say something but I was quick to interrupt them.

“For once why can’t we just sit down and eat dinner together like a normal family does without it being about how well I’m doing in school?”

I didn’t want to ever make my parents feel like their sacrifices they made for me weren’t ever enough, because they were more than enough. I hated to see them overworked, tired, stressed and disappointed by my ‘lack’ of effort in my school life.

The disappointed look my mother gave me as my father stood up and stormed off.

“We only want the best for you my dear, jazzi I’ve never met a doctor who got 4 and 3s in their GCSEs.” My mother explained while holding my hands in hers.

“I know, but I won’t ever improve if I have no space to breathe. I just want to separate my home life from my school like Sylvette does!” I stood up planning on going to my room so I can ‘study’ in reality I was going to see if any of my friends were online, usually we yap about random shit until the early hours of the morning but I doubt I was going to be able to do that tonight as my mother told me to sit back down and stay for just a minute.

“Jazmin, I want you to promise me that you won’t take on the habits of your friends. Sure they are lovely people but the plans that they’ve made for their future are clearly a lot um…different from yours.” I believe at this point she was referring to the fact that Sylvette planned to go into the entertainment industry once she was done with school while my parents wanted be to have a guaranteed to be stable job.

“Ok I won’t. Now if you excuse me I have homework to do.”

That was 18 years ago. Now I’m a brain surgeon, the first in my family. Never has a day gone by where my parents haven’t bragged about how successful I am.

I wish I could say that my parents had finally learned to accept that nagging me about something will make me do it, but alas I am very wrong since for the millionth time today my parents have called to ask the same question.

“Jazzi, my sweet” my mother sang on the other end of the phone.

“Hey mum what’s up?” I was currently filling out some very important documents for my next surgery so whatever she wanted now better have been important (I most likely wasn’t).

“When will you find a husband and give me some grandchildren, it’s been rather lonely being in this big house by myself” Called it. I knew it wasn’t important, finding someone to settle down with. It stupid but she doesn’t hear me out on that.

“Your not alone, daddy is there isn’t he?” She laughed at my question.

“Yes but I see him everyday, I love him of course but I really do miss the sweet sound of laughter echoing through our the house, I miss going out to the park on weekend, eating ice cream on the couch while gossiping about the drama that happens that day in school and watching movies on the couch with an unhealthy amount of snacks.” I was silent for a while, I never thought that my mother had missed all these things.

I was about to reply when I heard an unexpected knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Dr Rana, Dr Smith wants to see you in his office now. He says that it’s very urgent and important.” a young, shaky voice said from outside the door.

“Mummy I have to go now, I’ve got some important things to do I call you later, goodbye.”

“Bye Jazzi, I love you and I’ll call you tonight!”

“Love you too mum.”