Sorry for the delay... The next chapters might be late because I'm battling writer's block and a serious case of pregnancy brain. Yes, I'm pregnant! Surpriiiise! Enjoy!Big thanks to Lara!

The Physician

"Fuck!" I'm shrieking, my orgasm interrupted, pussy crying in protest as my phone suddenly decides to shut down. "No, no, no, no!" I chant, scrambling to my knees and reaching for my charger by my bedside table.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I lean my head back against the headboard, frustrated as fuck, eyeing the ancient iPhone like it's the devil incarnate. I let out a frustrated groan and get up, running to the bathroom and splashing some water on my face. My reflection looks a little wild. She's tipsy and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed with desire. I run a hand through my neglected hair and braid it down the side until the end tickles my ribcage.

Leaning onto the counter, I sigh. "Sexting the hottest man alive and then my phone dies… Perfect timing." Brushing my teeth, I plan my day tomorrow in my head, glad I'm off work. If I go to bed now, I'll have a few hours of sleep before the Apple store opens. Luckily for me, I know Masen Green is a creature of the night, and he rarely gets online before one in the afternoon. Then it hits me. I spit out my toothpaste and rinse my mouth before I run to the kitchen where I left my laptop. I sign in and click, click, click until I'm logged in on Masen's OnlyFans, and go back to our conversation. By now, I see he's offline, but I want to explain myself anyway.

I'm so sorry… I was on my phone and it decided to stop working altogether. I'm buying myself a new one tomorrow. Time to spoil myself ;) I'm sorry for ditching you—I'm totally mortified I ruined the chance of getting off with you…

I sincerely hope he'll see it in the morning and not hold a grudge, because last night was a dream come true. A gorgeous man, a wonderfully beautiful pierced cock and no strings attached. What more can a girl ask for?

After I close the laptop and have a glass of water, I drag myself to bed. It's late, and although my mood is definitely ruined now, I'm in bed with a content smile on my face. Yeah, I almost had online sex with a porn star. I briefly wonder whether he's frustrated as well, and if he continued jerking off after I fell off the face of the internet world.

"No, I don't want anything else. Just give me whatever phone you do have, so I can leave." I resist the urge to roll my eyes or strangle the Apple guy with the lanyard around his neck.

"You're sure you don't want me to order the black version, then?" he asks again.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I take a deep breath. I feel like I might start breathing fire. "I told you. Yes, I'm sure. Just give me any of them, I really don't care." I'm starting to lose my nerve, the obvious intern-status of the employee in front of me infuriating as I watch the line of waiting customers behind me.

"You can go wait by the registry. I'll make sure my colleague there gets your order."

"Great," I mumble. I hike my purse higher up my shoulder and hear my heels click and clack on the glossy floor. I've had too little sleep to endure conversations like this. I want to go home, plug my new phone into the wall, and take a five-star nap in my bed.

I walk over to the cash registry, where two employees are chatting and messing around, totally ignoring me. Tired and agitated, I wave my credit card in front of them. Shiny plastic seems to be their love language, their conversation immediately seized, mouths shut and eyes intently on my face.

"Good morning, what can I help you with?" Blondie tucks a strand of hair behind her heavily-pierced ear and gives me a sickly-sweet smile.

"New phone, the person in the front was supposed to give you my order?" I lean on the glossy white counter and want to hit myself over the head. I wish I'd just ordered a phone online like most people do and save myself all this trouble and wasted time.

"It says here you're not entirely sure which phone you want, so would you like me to go over all the models, miss?"

I groan audibly and try to calm down before I cause a scene. "Listen," I say. "Give me the newest model, I don't care what color, and I don't care how much storage either."

After five more minutes of her messing around in the back, the girl returns with a gold phone that has the biggest screen I've ever seen, and my eyes boggle at the total that's glowing on the LED-screen of her registry. Good thing I use these things until they fall apart.

By the time I get home, my plans for the day have been thoroughly fucked. I'm back later than I expected, so I plug in my new phone to charge while I get changed, and hope it's got enough juice to survive a session at the gym with my new trainer.

"Hi, Bella?"

I blink twice. She's gorgeous, perfectly curvy and chiseled, so blonde it almost looks like liquid gold. My nerves get the best of me, my heart thumping wildly over the energetic beats that waft through the airy gym.

"I'm Lucy, we spoke on the phone."

I nod and shake her hand. If she could only get me halfway toward her body shape, I would be thrilled. I haven't stepped foot in a gym in a little too long, and the time without workouts has caused my muscles to vanish into thin air. I'm getting skinny again, something that doesn't look too good on me since I've got big boobs and wider hips. I just think I look a little better, more in proportion, when there's a little muscle involved.

"Do your worst, boss!"

Lucy chuckles and takes me to the cardio section for a warm up on the treadmill. This works in my favor, since I've been a runner since high school. The blonde goddess tells me how long and how fast I should go for, and tells me she'll be back. As she walks off, I grab my headphones, cursing as I notice I forgot my new ones, so I'll have to use the ones with the cable. I strap my new phone to my arm and play one of my particularly energizing videos. It's one of Masen Green and two girls. I know the video so well, it's one of my favorites. It's forty minutes filled with dirty talk and him converting two lesbians to take his cock. Of course they love it, too. I close my eyes, focusing on his voice and the image that unfurls behind my eyelids, pretending I'm one of them, my pussy warm and aching from the audio stimulation. It's right then and there, as one girl comes hard around his cock, that I step onto my shoelaces and gasp. I fall down, scraping my knee, the treadmill automatically stopping and Lucy sprinting to my side. My earphones fall, and I'm mortified as I lean onto my palms, breathing heavily, the sound of female moans an male grunts coming through the earbuds. Fuck. Perfect.

Lucy smirks at me, grabbing the earphones and listening before she smiles enthusiastically. "Jesus, girl… Good taste. Masen Green, right?" She keeps her voice down, thankfully. I'm eternally grateful for her right now. I nod. "I knew him before he started doing porn."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I actually dated his friend. We had a threeway together." My eyes widen at her confession. A threeway?

"He's from around here?"

"You didn't know? Girl, he's lived in San Diego all his life!"

I can't believe it. We're actually in the same city. "Small world," I chuckle. My cheeks burn brightly, hot to the touch.

Lucy tells me to take it easy the rest of my session, showing me the different machines she wants me to use, and getting me started with some free weights and a set of squats.

Around three in the afternoon, after a hot shower to soothe my aching muscles, I finally set up my phone properly. As soon as I do and log in to my email, it's there. A reply. But it's not from his website, it's from his own mail address. Business email, but email nonetheless.

It's okay, Screamer ;) I had a great time putting that picture of yours to good use. You've got the prettiest lips, and the filthiest mouth.

I press the reply button before I can even think about my options, eager to talk to him, giddy that he came from looking at my picture. I bite my lip and ignore the flutters in my stomach. It's just lust. I don't even know the guy.

I ran into someone you used to know. She caught me listening to your porn at the gym… You've got great taste in women; she's totally gorgeous. You've got a type, I see. Tall, blonde and curvy—isn't it? I don't blame you… I'd totally fuck her myself if she offered.

I'm overstepping some boundaries, I think, but I hit send anyway. Anxiously, I wait until I get a response, feeling a little stupid that I expect a porn star to be my fucking pen pal.

Rubbing my face, I decide a distraction is in order, and retreat to my kitchen to prep my food for the next week. My place is empty, even though it's full of stuff. There's an absence that is louder than the everyday silence, and nothing I can do about it. Some might say I'm picky in finding a partner, that I should start taking life seriously and date, look for someone who can satisfy my heart, not just my body. I take a deep breath, focus on chicken and salmon, on brown rice and green veggies, and hope my week off passes quickly because I'm starting to feel lonely again.

I hear my phone chime while I marinate chicken, but only check it when I'm done portioning off my meals. When I do, I'm pleasantly surprised…

Sweetheart, I don't have a type. I love dark hair, even more so than blonde. Brunettes are mysterious, seductive, otherworldly beauties with dark, hypnotizing eyes. As are you. Such beauty and brains… What's not to like, doctor? I think I might need a physical, soon.

I gasp at his words. How does he know? What does he know? Has he been researching me? Instead of being mortified, I'm ecstatic and flattered as fuck.

Someone has been doing their homework, I see. What gave me away? Credit card information? By the way, although I don't do house calls, I might be persuaded for the right price…

My heart is pounding, echoing through my head. Isabella Swan, what the fuck are you doing? He's a virtual stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

You should be more observant of who you meet, sweetheart. I am great with faces, but I think you just see too many in your emergency room. By the way: powder blue really is your color. House calls? Hmm… Well, that might be convenient. I'll keep it in mind. As well as a good reason to come, doctor. (Read that how you wish) I'm on my way to film a scene I know you'll love… It's me and a guy, one of my personal friends. I think it might ring a bell when you see it ;)

I don't ask him why he's emailing me for free, because I don't want to risk losing this thread of conversation. Have I met him? At work? Fuck, he's right… I really do see too many people a day. I was never good at remembering, I even forget a patient when I see them for a check-up sometimes before I read their chart. I'm the absolute worst.

I wonder what's going to be so special about his new video, if it's meant to make me remember things.