"Today is so bad." I keep muttering to myself, while throwing my hair up in a bun. Mark has been barking orders at me all day, and I feel like I'm about to fall asleep standing up. My day is almost over and I can go home and relax. He's nervous and it's making everyone else nervous. He has a big case coming in and he won't tell anyone what it's about.
I'm waiting for the results of the MRI he ordered before I can head home. If I can even call that place home. Living with George is hell. I used to like him, but all he did was whine about how things didn't work out with Izzy, and how he ruined his marriage and failed his test, so he's stuck being an intern again.
I know our house isn't much, but it's ours, and I've tried to make it feel like home. But he's always bitching about something. Any interest I had in him was killed last night when I had sex with Mark. Oh god, how stupid could I have been? Sleeping with a teacher, it's how to kill your chances before you even get any to start.
I'm not on birth control and he didn't use condom. When I woke up in the morning, I ran to the hospital to grab the morning after pill. I'm way too young to be a mother, not that I don't want kids. I just want to be able to raise them, and not be stuck doing grunt work. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be put on Christina's team.
Finally the labs are done, meaning I can hand them over and head home. I'm ready to take a bath and forget today ever happened. I think Mark is trying to make it look like he's not playing favorites, but he's coming down hard on me, and it's making my day worse. It was one night, that nobody knows about.
Derek kept looking at me today, I have no clue why. It's not like his wife, my sister wants anything to do with me. It's a funny thought to even think of. I adjust my scrubs, so the pants are sitting on my hips, before walking off to find Mark. I find him chatting it up with some nurse, and I feel my blood start to boil. He can flirt with nurses, but scream at me all day.
"Doctor Sloan, here are the MRI's you order." I'm trying to be nice, but if he yells at me one more time, I'm walking away. He turns to the nurse, and looks like he's ready to yell again. I can feel the blush coming on strong to my cheeks. I don't want to deal with him right now, but he's my boss and I can't act like a child.
"Doctor Grey, walk with me." He says, before excusing himself from the nurse. He starts walking and I'm expected to follow him, but my feet are aching and I can't keep up with his pace. He's already ahead of me by a great deal by the time I start to catch up. I want to hit him, and really make him feel those stitches. "Finally." He says, while looking at me like I'm stupid. I want to flip him off, but I'm trying very hard to control my temper. "Sorry, Doctor Sloan." I'm not really sorry, but I want this to be over with.
He holds up the MRI, looking at something before turning to me. "Doctor Grey, what do you see?" He asks me, like I can see it from his height. "I don't know, I can't see it from that high." I know I sound annoyed but I can't keep it out of my voice, not anymore. He's pissed me off enough and I'm at my snapping point.
He gives me a look before lowering it down so I can see what it is. I'm not sure what I'm looking at until I spot it. There is a lump on the breast. Looks like she won't be getting her boob job after all. "It looks like breast cancer." I tell him in a clear steady voice. Even if I'm wrong, I won't let him knock me down. "You're correct, little Grey." Little Grey, seriously? I roll my eyes at the nickname before asking if I was done for the day.
"You could be done for the day, or you could come back to my place." That's it, I've reached my breaking point. "Sorry, Doctor Sloan. But I don't feel the need to come sleep with you, so you can scream and run me ragged the next day." I tell him before stomping off.
I'm walking to my car, when I hear my name, I turn around and see Mark. He's the last person I want to see right now. "Lexie wait, that was wrong of me. You just look tired and I wanted to make sure you got a nice bath and a massage." He seems kind enough, but I'm too tired to put up with his games tonight.
I won't deal with another day like today. I think he's getting the message that I can't put up with the hot and cold. "I won't run you ragged tomorrow. It was unfair. I just didn't want anyone thinking I'm favoring you." He tells me. I want to believe him and the way he's looking at me is breaking any sort of agreement I made to myself today.
"Fine, but you're rubbing my feet I tell him before walking away from my car. I end up back at his hotel, and he's making due on his promise to rub my feet. I think I'm in heaven, and I understand why he says his hands are from God. Finally he is done, and I'm ready to pass out on this bed. He gets up, and I'm almost asleep when I hear the water start to run. I take a small nap, before Mark wakes me up. He makes me get undressed before picking me up bridal style. I can feel his hard on against my hip, but I don't think we'll have sex tonight.
He gently puts me in the bathtub before taking off his boxers and sliding in behind me. The water is hot, and it's relaxing my muscles. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, while running the hot water up and down my body. I'm ready to have sex with this man if he doesn't stop kissing my neck like the way he is.
After he washes us down, he carries me back to the bed. We're both naked and he's giving me a look of pure passion. I give in and we end up having sex until three in the morning. I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow, but tonight was worth it.
When I wake up, he's still asleep. He looks so beautiful that I don't want to wake him up. I slowly drag my hand up and down his face. Gently waking him up. When he opens his eyes, I can feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. He's gorgeous, and I don't mind waking up to him.
He slowly smiles at me, it's lazy, and I adore it. He pulls me closer to him, so I'm wrapped up in his arms. He holds me until his alarm goes off. Finally we're both up. I go to the bathroom and he heads to the kitchen. When I'm done, I walk out to find him cooking pancakes. Thank god, I can't eat eggs.
He hands me a cup of coffee before placing a small kiss on the side of my mouth. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is what we're suppose to be doing right now. We sit and eat the pancakes, he's actually a good cook. My morning turns out nice, and when we get to work, he buys me a cup of coffee.
I have to go home tonight. I've been wearing the same clothing for two days, and it's starting to gross me out. I've washed them at his place. But I still want to wear something different. He stayed true to his word and didn't call me out more than any of the other interns he had. My day goes by smoothly and fast. It's finally night time and I can go home. Mark is giving me a look that he wants me to go his way.
But I can't, not tonight. Not unless he wants to come to my place so I can get more clothing. I won't deal with another day of this. He's walking to me, and I already know what he's going to ask, so I beat him to it.
"I have to go home and get some clothing. I've been wearing the same clothes for two days, and it's starting to bug me." I tell him in a strong voice, so he knows I won't cave on this. He just smiles and winks at me, like he was excepting it. He tells me he wants to come over and know the place I call a home. I agree and we're out the door.
I'm nervous for him to see my house. It's nothing great. It's a pretty small run down place, and it's not the best. But it's my home and I adore it all the time. When we reach my car, Mark is already on the other side of the door. He's waiting for me to unlock it. He's confusing me because I don't know what he wants.
He's the biggest player in the hospital, and I'm not going to get hurt for his ego. We start driving. There isn't any conversation. I wonder if he's as nervous to see my house as I am for him to see it. Finally we're there. All of the lights are turned off, so I know George won't be there to say anything, or ask questions.
Mark has a look on his face, but I ignore it. I know he makes a lot of money, but I'm not there yet. If he doesn't like it, he doesn't have to stay. I walk into my house, and turn on the lights. It's dusty from lack of us being here. I need to clean it, but I never have the time. I walk to my bedroom, ignoring Mark. He can look around if he wants.
While I'm packing a bag and grabbing my toothbrush I hear him clear his throat behind me. I turn around, he's wearing a weary facial expression, and I already know what he's going to say. I stole most of this stuff from the hospital. But I wanted it to feel like a real home. I'm expecting the worse. "Are you ready to go?" He asks, with a small smile on his face. I nod my head and we're out of my house.