"What a Contradicting Man"

His heart had reached its limits, because it had stopped beating. All the blood in his body had rushed to the tips of his fingers, as his grip tightened around the phone on his ear before his senses came flooding back on him. He was a dead man.

The phone rung once more before he snatched the phone from his ear and ended the call quickly, causing her phone to stop ringing.

She let out a loud groan and then looked up at him. A smile found its way onto her lips. "Dr. Li! How are you?" she asked, stepping in the elevator with him.

He stared at her face incredulously, wondering if she had noticed him. Realizing she had not, his eyes subconsciously sucked in her form and his breath caught in his throat at her appearance.

Her auburn hair was pulled back tightly in a bun and she had on a crisp, white button-down shirt with a pinstriped pencil skirt.

She looked like every guy's fantasy—even ones who did not prefer girls. She was his fantasy.

"Is this going to be a repeat of last time?" she asked with a hint of amusement in her tone.

She pressed the 12th floor and the doors closed, leaving them alone in the elevator together. His heart drummed against his chest and his adrenaline began to rush. He was in a danger zone.

"N-no! I'm good. How's your..." He swallowed and pointed to her leg. "How's your ankle doing?"

"A little better. It still hurts, though, but it's only been four days so it hasn't really had much time to heal, right?" She looked up at him innocently and he instantly hardened in his scrubs. He mentally groaned, not wanting a replay of last time.

He shifted his body away from her slightly to hide his erection after her strawberry scent swooshed in his direction. He almost groaned at the sweetness.

"R-right. Why are you here if your ankle isn't bothering you, then?"

"Well, I came to see a friend. She just had her baby. Hey, could you help me find her by the way, please? I know that she's on the 12th floor, but I'm not sure where." She looked at him hopefully.

Say no, damn it!

His heart was racing at an unhealthy pace and he looked around the elevator for any and everything to slow it down. He needed to do something quickly before it exploded out of his chest.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "S-sure. Who is it?"

"Mihara Chiharu. Do you know her?" she asked, smiling at him.

"I've heard her name floating around here today. In fact, she's the woman with the twins, if I'm not mistaken. The little rascal was hiding behind his brother the entire time, so the doctors missed him."

She gasped, turning to him. "Are you kidding me?"

He shook his head, smiling at her slightly. "Nope, I'm as serious as I can get."

He was doing great. He was actually holding a conversation with her without jumping her bones and ripping those articles of clothing off her with his teeth. Yes, he was that guy.

"That's amazing! I know she was shocked out of her gown," she giggled.

He closed his eyes and looked away from her, silently praying the sound would stop ringing in his ears, even after she had stopped. He inhaled a deep breath before releasing it. "She was a little bit more than shocked. Her husband seemed like he was in more pain than she was, though."

He chuckled, thinking back on Yamazaki yelling with her, during her birth. She had almost cut the boy's circulation off his hand. He was in much more pain than his wife.

"That sounds like her alright," she said, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

The elevator dinged and opened on the floor that he had originally chosen.

He glanced up, hoping to catch someone else to come in the elevator with them, but found no such luck. Why the hell were people not on the elevator with them at this moment?

He allowed it to close since he would be showing her where the pregnant woman is.

"You won't get in trouble, right? I understand if you have some where to be...patients to take care of—"

"This is my hospital, so I'm the last person that could get in trouble here."

She gasped and turned to him. "You're the chief? The one that everyone talks about? The one that everyone says—" She stopped and covered her mouth with her hand.

She bowed her head low. "I'm very pleased to meet you!"

He held up his hand, motioning for her to raise her head, even though he felt a sense of pride wash over him. "Please, you don't have to do that."

She looked up at him and smiled. "I do. You're amazing! You don't know how much I've looked up to you for all these years."

His cheeks began to warm a little and he could feel that fluttering sensation in his stomach. He almost cringed at the feeling before shaking it off. "Well, thank you."

She smiled at him brightly, causing him to mentally groan. He was going to jump her bones if that damn 12th floor did not appear soon. He could already mentally picture the different types of positions he could take her in, in that elevator.

The first position would be against the railing near the wall. It was not hard to picture her bent over with her pencil skirt bunched at her hips, slim fingers grasping on to the rails for dear life, while he pounded into her harder than he ever had. And oh, God the noises that would elicit from her lips.

The next position would—

Ding!

Luckily, the elevator dinged and the doors slid opened.

Syaoran cleared his throat. "Here's our stop," he spoke as if he had never been thinking a single dirty thought about her.

She smiled at him and stepped out before he had the chance to.

He followed suit behind her before pulling the white lab coat in front of him to hide his erection. What was he doing? Should he not inform her that he wanted to cancel that appointment with her? He did not have any business making that appointment in the first place. His head was just messed up at the time when he made that appointment.

Yeah, that was it. He was just horny at the time and thinking about her. He had been horny for the past few days and she just happened to be the girl that always came to mind whenever he was.

Even while you're fucking other women?

Why could his conscious never shut up when he needed it to? It was always wrong, anyway.

"Here, follow me," he said, walking ahead of her so she could not get a glance at his hard-on in case she turned around. The doors automatically opened for them.

"I really do hope that I'm not being a bother to you, Dr. Li."

He stopped and twisted his head around to her. "Ms. Kinomoto, trust me. You aren't being a bother to me."

She smiled at him and nodded. "Thank you so much, Dr. Li. I just feel so privileged to be in your presence. I can't believe that you're the one who fixed my ankle the other day and I didn't even know that it was you! How could I appear so foolish in front of you? I just...I-I—"

Syaoran held back the chuckle that threatened to come out and held up a hand to calm her rambling. "Really, its fine, Ms. Kinomoto. We're here, though."

He opened the hospital door for her and she walked in before him.

She stopped in her tracks immediately and turned back to him with that damn beautiful smile plastered on her face. "Thank you again, Dr. Li."

His cheeks began to warm again, but he silently scowled himself before they returned to normal. "Ms. Kinomoto—"

She waved her hand, nonchalantly. "Please drop the formalities, sir. I'm not that important."

"Kinomoto."

He remembered why he was trying to keep her around. He needed to cancel that appointment with her because she had been driving him crazy, especially with that tight skirt. His body felt like it was on fire because of her and she probably was not even aware of it.

She needed to go and fast before he did something he would regret.

She looked up at him questioningly. "Yes, Dr. Li?"

The way she called him doctor sounded so sexy and he did not even know why. He needed her in his bedroom. They could have plenty of fun together. There were so many positions that he desired to have her in. So many different sets of lingerie he longed to see her in. He needed this. Her, even.

Unconsciously, he stepped closer to her and she flinched back slightly. "Dr. Li?"

Shit...

"I...Kinomoto, I—"

"There you are, Sakura!"

He moved back from her, instinctively. He looked in the direction of the intruder, feeling annoyed with them. It was a woman with dark hair and amethyst eyes.

Sakura turned from him and gasped. "I'm so sorry, Tomoyo! One of my patients stayed a little longer than I thought he would. Dr. Li here helped me find the room. Can you actually believe it's him?!"

Tomoyo turned to him, smiling brightly. Why were these women so happy?

She held her hand out for him to shake. "My name is Daidouji Tomoyo. I'm very pleased to meet you. Sakura is a very big fan of yours as you can so easily tell."

He nodded his head slightly with a neutral face, while shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you too. I'll let you ladies get to your friend then before she throws a hissy fit."

The two girls giggled and nodded before Syaoran slipped out of the room from the two.

He needed a release soon because he had to have had blue balls at the moment.

The woman was torturing him and she did not even give a damn. The way she looked at him whenever she came around. She was silently begging him to bed her. Her body language around him was even begging him to fuck her senseless.

He would have been more than welcomed to give in to her request, but there would not have been any time in that elevator. He wanted to spend more time on her body because it would need more attention than the little time the elevator would have offered. He could have just snatched her away from her friend and dragged her into one of the unoccupied rooms in the hospital. Better yet, his office. If he had her in his office, he probably would not ever be able to do any more work in there.

He looked around on the floor for a nurse, intern, or doctor to get him off. It did not matter what female would do it now. It could be the worse, but he needed a release now.

He refused to get himself off at work when he had people around to do it for him. That was just ridiculous to do because he was a man who had the ability to get someone else to do it for him. He had the power to make every woman in that hospital succumb to his demands.

After scanning the floor and finding not a single sign of one of them, he hurried over to the restroom and closed the door, locking it.

He did not have to put much effort into his fantasy, knowing that the woman was across the hall from him. That was enough to get him off in an instant, especially after thinking of pushing that pencil skirt up and landing a firm hand on her behind.

He washed his hands, feeling a little satisfied after rubbing one off. He dried his hands before opening the door, walking out of the restroom. He would just cancel the appointment with the psychologist another time.

He needed to prepare himself for that surgery for his patient anyway.

Syaoran closed the locker shut after he finished grabbing his things. Today was even more exhausting than it had been the previous days. She was there, alone with him in an elevator, where he could have taken his chances. Why the hell had he given up his chances?

There she was, in his mind, invading it all day, especially after she showed up with that enticing outfit on and he did not grab the opportunity. He was lucky enough to have stayed concentrated on that big surgery.

He could not wait for Wednesday to roll around the corner because his misery would be ending. Two more days. Two. And he would be between those legs.

"Have a good night, Dr. Li," Dr. Hanaka said, waving at Syaoran.

Syaoran nodded, letting the man know that he was heard.

It was always the same between the two doctors. They would both get off late and leave at the same time after changing out of their hospital clothes. Nothing had ever changed within the last six years they had been working together.

"I see that you took my advice."

Syaoran turned around to that annoying voice that always irked his soul.

"What do you want?"

Eriol chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing. I just didn't think that you would actually do it. You don't strike me for the patient type. Plus, you're so stubborn."

"It was a mistake. I'm canceling the appointment with her tomorrow morning," Syaoran lied straight through his teeth without a single trail of guilt.

How the hell did the joker know anyway? Was he like his stalker or something?

"A mistake? It must have been a huge mistake if you had the chance to dial her entire number into your phone and wait for her to pick up before you set up an entire appointment by day and exact time."

Syaoran glared at him before turning away from him and continuing his walk back to the car to leave.

Why was Eriol so concerned, anyway? It was not any of his business.

Syaoran was just trying to bed her when he made that appointment with her anyway. He still was trying to bed her, but preferably without the appointment. If the appointment was the only way, so be it. He would go to the appointment.

"There is nothing wrong with trying to get help, Xiao Lang."

Syaoran's fists clenched and he stopped in his tracks and turned back to him, grabbing Eriol's shirt collar. "I don't need any help, so you keep your nose out of my damn business, you piece of shit."

He let Eriol's shirt go, pushing him back slightly before he turned away and opened his car door.

Syaoran heard him chuckle before he slammed the door shut. Why did the man have to be so annoying?

He backed out of the driveway and drove home, feeling furious with Eriol and himself.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. He was frustrated and furious, not knowing what to do about the girl who was haunting him.

The more he thought of her, the more he hated her existence. He wanted her in his bed though.

He had to do something—anything to get rid of her. Two days away would end this all. It was taking too long though and he did not even know what she would do to him on their first session together.

He did not even care at the moment though because he had an advantage over her. Sakura admired him. She had been looking up to him for years. She was probably considered one of his fan girls, so he had this. He could easily get her to do anything for him with that piece of knowledge he discovered earlier.

Something kept nagging at him not to do this, but he was aware that it was just his conscious.

He did not even care to think about what that something was warning him to do because he had to do this. After it was done, he would surely move on and find better girls to bed. If he was lucky enough, she would be terrible in bed and it would be easy to forget all about her. He had to do this. And he would.

He walked to his bathroom and rubbed one off before he showered and went to bed.

Syaoran paced back and forth in the on-call room, debating whether or not he should do it or not. It was 6am, and Wednesday, which meant that his appointment with the psychologist was in two hours.

Two hours.

The number two was haunting him now. He just could not win. It was always something that bothered him when it came to the woman. First, it was her name. It had snatched away so many of his hours of sleep the first time he had seen it. Then, it was her appearance. That one had taken a huge toll on him, more than her name alone. Her voice was next. That melodious voice had been whispering words in his ear, even though she was not even around.

It was almost tortuous for him when thinking about the woman. Every single thing that reminded him of the woman set his body on fire, urging him to desire her even more. It was almost as if she had given him a disease.

He let out a weary breath and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing pace under control. He needed to do more of that paper work before he set off to see the woman.

He was going to do it. And by do it, he meant bed her. The first session, he would go in hard. Make her speechless to the point where her panties were soaked with desire for him. He had never had to put in the work to have sex with a woman, so if he was lucky, she would give in right away to his charms.

A small smile tugged at his lips, thinking about the woman submitting her body solely to him. That would be a sight to see. Imagining her sprawled out on his bed fully naked, with her legs spread open for him.

Another weary breath escaped his mouth before he headed to his office, to get that paper work done. He was harder than normal, but that was only because he had been anticipating bedding the woman for over a week now.

There was no way that she would be able to resist his charms, he tried convincing himself repeatedly in his head.

With that thought in mind, he finished as much of the paper work as he could, feeling confident about the session.

He glanced at the clock at 7:45am, and his heart leapt in his chest, feeling anxious for the session. It was almost time.

He picked up the familiar laminated card, studying the location of the place she practiced at. It was only 5 minutes from the hospital. That caused him to wonder how he had never known about it.

Everything had been set in place, and he left instructions behind to the people he could count on to keep his hospital up and running while he was away. It would only be an hour that he was away. Unless...

His heart drummed against his chest hard and loud, thinking about how long he would be able to have his fun with her. Was she great in bed? Would she feel tight around his girth? How long would she last? No, how long would he last?

He silently prayed that he would last longer than he had been lately since she appeared in his life. He wanted to pleasure her. See her body rise to new pleasure highs that it had never been to before, even. That was not truly a problem for him, though. He liked to think of himself as well-equipped. Plus, he would get hard right after his first release, just at the sight of her. He had nothing to worry about here.

He slipped inside of his car and cranked it up before punching the address of her location in his phone. He almost sped to the place, but kept his composure, not wanting to receive a ticket again.

He pulled up to a small, red-brick building that looked like a brick house. Syaoran caught a glimpse of the large, white letters engraved, but he did not pay too much attention to it, fearing that he would become turned off by the whole idea.

He glanced at the clock to see that it was 7:48am. He had still sped unconsciously to get to the women, so he had twelve more minutes to see that face again.

He began to wonder what she would have on. Would it be another one of those sexy skirts that she had on the other day? Or pants? God, he hoped it was a skirt. That way, it would be easier to get to what he wanted so desperately.

Thinking about a skirt caused him to wonder if she would have on lacy undergarments. What color lace though? Would it be red, like the devil himself, even though she appeared like an angel? Or white, signifying her purity? Maybe it would be white, even though her body was sinfully sculpted.

He mentally groaned, feeling himself painfully hard in his pants. What the hell was he doing? He needed to calm down if he was really going to do this.

He took a deep breath and let it out before glancing at the clock again.

7:57am.

It should be alright to go in now. He was sure that she did not like her patients to come late.

He opened the car door and stepped out and almost ran to the door, but calmly walked to the door, almost slowly.

He stopped at the door and clamped his eyes shut tightly. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to pay the psychologist? Pay her 20,000 yen for the first session? 20,000 yen for 50 minutes of her time?

He sighed and slid his hand into his back pocket, being sure that his wallet was there. He was really going to pay 20,000 yen for her to sit on her ass and listen to him.

He clenched his fist, feeling infuriated when realizing how insane it sounded. Was he really that stupid?

Of course not. He was smarter than this. Then it dawned on him. He had paid prostitutes and strippers before. This was the exact same as those times. He was technically paying her to have sex with him. That was why he came in the first place. To have sex. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. It was not to get her help and advice.

He grabbed the knob to the door and began to turn it slowly. This was going to be it. It would be just like those other times he paid those women. She was the same as them anyway. She was just there to give him a good time.

Even though Syaoran had attempted to convince himself that it was the same as those other times, he knew deep down inside that it was to get the help he desperately needed.

He turned the handle of the door and pushed the door opened, ready to accept what fate had in store for him.

A/N: So, so, so sorry this chapter was kind of short and delayed, but the next chapter will be longer than this one. I'm actually extremely excited to write the next chapter. :)

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