Chris's Room-5:30 A.M
"God damn it Chris sleep!" Chris said punching his pillow.
Chris rolled over to his left side for the millionth time and sighed. He hadn't gotten any sleep tonight. What he found out had been keeping him up all night. How could Dr. Sharia of all people do drugs? She was so uptight and rule bound! He didn't see her as the kind of person to do that stuff. The mystery was stuck in his head and he couldn't figure it out. So for at least five hours he had been tossing and turning with no rest. He even showered ten times just he could get the smell off him! Even if he did prevail to do that, he couldn't get Dr. Sharia off his mind. He looked over at his clock. 5:45. Maybe there was the off chance that Ms. Sharia was in her office…
And Chris liked taking chances.
He didn't think of putting on pants. He just jumped out of bed in his boxers and flung his door open. He was going to get to the bottom of this whether Dr. Sharia liked it or not. Chris slammed his door and walked down the halls. It was hard to see when all the lights were out. He saw the same perky blonde that woke him up the first day walk down the hall with a thing of towels. He caught her looking at him and winked.
"Good morning Tasha." Chris said smiling.
"G…good mor…morning." Tasha stuttered before walking away fast.
Chris looked over his shoulder at Tasha who was looking back. Chris winked once more before looking straight again. He was pretty sure that he just made her day. Chris turned down a hallway and continued walking. He wasn't sure if he was going down the right hallway. He looked on each door closely for her name. He turned down several hallways as he stumbled through the dark.
It was around 6:30 when Chris started slowing down. He felt like he was going in circles and getting nowhere. He leaned against a door and hit his head on something. He rubbed the back of his head in pain and looked up at what he hit.
'Dr. Denise Sharia-A108'
Chris slowly smiled as he looked at the name. All that stumbling in the dark finally got him here. He put his hand on the door handle and was about to turn it before he stopped. Maybe he didn't want to confront her. He could not budge into her personal life and respect her privacy.
Bull shit. Who was he kidding? He wanted to bust her. That's what she did to hundreds of druggies a year. It was time to have the tables turned on her. He pulled down on the handle and flung the door open.
"Excuse me Denise…" Chris started to say before his mouth fell open.
Dr. Sharia looked up at Chris and gasped. She tried hiding the drugs by brushing them off the desk but it didn't help her much. He threw the pipe in the trash and looked up at Chris.
"Yes Chris?" Dr. Sharia tried saying as casual as she could.
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"This isn't necessary." Denise argued.
"Damn right it is." Chris argued back.
"At least take the coat off." Denise said trying to grab her white coat.
"No. All you doctors wear it so I get to wear it. Plus, it looks good on my toned body." Chris said smiling as he tugged on the white coat.
"We could at least sit in the usual seats." She tried arguing.
"Nope. You're the patient so you're in the leather chair. I'm the 'doctor' so I get the awesome spinney chair behind the desk." Chris said grinning.
"This is unbelievable…" Denise mumbled.
"So how long Denise?" Chris asked.
"That's Dr. Sharia to you Chris." Denise hissed.
"Hey. Remember? You're the patient not the doctor now. You can call me…Dr. Sexy Beast." Chris said laughing at his fake name.
"Hell no!" Denise said a little too loud.
"Hey! Either that or Dr. Sexy Lover." Chris debated.
"You're completely insane." Denise pointed out.
"And I accept that with great pride. Now how long Denise?" Chris asked again.
"I don't know…ten years?" Denise said.
"You're in a fucking rehab! How come you couldn't have stopped?" Chris asked.
"I didn't wanna help myself. I was going to but I saw people that were worse then me. Like you." Denise spat out.
Chris laughed as he leaned back in Denise's chair. Denise snarled as she looked at Chris in the chair. This was completely stupid. If she only locked the door she would have been fine. But she went against her better judgment and thought that since it was early in the morning no one would come in.
"How did you start?" Chris asked.
"One of my first patients had it. I never tried it before so I did. And I fell for it." Denise said shrugging.
"So…you're being hypocritical in a way." Chris realized.
"How?" Denise asked.
"You tell all these druggies that drugs aren't good for them and that they should quit. But all the while you're doing it in this little office thinking no one would find out." Chris said leaning over the desk smiling.
"Chr…I mean Dr. Sexy Beast…it's different." Denise tried to argue.
"Oh? How so?" Chris asked leaning back.
"It…it just is okay?" Denise said, noticing she had nothing to argue with.
"That's what I thought. So, I have a deal for you. We're both gonna do this rehab stuff together. We'll help each other out." Chris pointed out.
"And if I don't?" Denise asked getting cocky.
"I seem to have a few connections here. It won't take long before word gets to the owner that his own employee has a little addiction of her own." Chris said smirking.
"You wouldn't…" Denise said glaring.
"Oh hell yes I would." Chris warned.
Denise leaned back in the leather chair and huffed. Chris was a difficult guy to compromise with. She knew she had to quit…but to have HIM find out? It was totally and utterly embarrassing for her. She sighed as she looked back up at Chris.
"Fine. Deal. Now will you please stop being Dr. Sexy Beast?" Denise asked.
"Fine. Here's your coat." Chris said standing up and throwing the coat at Denise.
Denise couldn't help but stare at Chris. His blue eyes stood out against his tanned body. His arm muscles were huge. He was perfectly toned and looked like he just came back from the beach.
"You can look and touch if you want." Chris told her with a wink.
"Oh get out. And visitor day is next week." Denise added.
"What's that?" Chris asked.
"People can come by and visit you…duh." Denise said.
"Okay got it! See ya Denise." Chris said.
"That's Dr. Sharia now." Denise pointed out.
"Whatever babe." Chris said before winking at her and walking out.
As he closed the door Denise balled up her coat and threw it at the door. It fell to the floor gracefully. She hated Chris Irvine with a passion. He was a cocky self-centered bastard. He thinks that the world revolves around him. He thinks that he's the shit.
But she couldn't help but fall for him anyway.
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Next chapter: It's visitor day and Dr. Sharia is happy to have a day off. But her day goes downhill when she sees who visits Chris. Who is it? Keep reading!