The Intern Nurse Is My One Night Stand Stripper

Isabella couldn't stop thinking about the doctor she coincidentally met for the second time. She was uncomfortable, not because of what happened that night, but what he thought of her after drilling his dick into her. Like a flash, the memory of their first meeting flashed through Isabelle's mind: That night was wild, rough and a never to be forgotten one. She couldn't lift a finger when he was done, ravishing her cunt. She could hardly hold her breath as she felt her entire strength drained. This was her first time, her first experience but it left horrible feelings of pain, torture, bloodiness and thinking about it, she felt her body covered in goosebumps. Losing her virginity in such a brutal way was not something she anticipated. He was rough, drunk and appears he'd no self control nor heard her screams of pain and being torn apart as he pressed her body beneath him. His thrust was quick and successive, penetrating wildly into her cunt. He seemed to be in haste

An hour later, Isabella was dressed in a green scrubs and everything carefully laid out for a surgery. She knows the one she was going to be working with is that man, the one she wished she'd not met. The sterilised equipment needed were properly placed aside too. The patient has been wheeled in and soon the tall figure of Dr Rian walked into the theatre. His gaze fell on Isabella first and he snorted silently. He walked over, trying to find errors with her work and arrangements and found none. Two other doctors joined them and another nurse and the surgery was done. In ten minutes, it was over and the patient was wheeled out of the theatre. Isabella stayed behind and cleared the equipment and the hospital attendant was surprised at her simplicity. He was an older man, probably in his thirties. Other nurses would just go and leave other things they have to do behind and he asked “Why are you helping to clear the operating table?” “Because there are my colleagues wait

She sighed softly. She knew something might be rolling up the old man's sleeve. Otherwise, how can he willingly agree to help her Papa without a string attached. “He said he wants to marry a young, beautiful virgin in exchange. He would make her happy and give his entire property to her…”Jane was saying when Isabella interrupted her. “How's that our family's responsibility? There are a number of virgins out there. He could get one of them and marry. Why is he attaching that to his condition to help Papa?” “He doesn't just want any virgin. Since he would be helping the family, he chose you. He said he would take care of your father if you agreed to marry him. And as your mother, I attested to the fact that you're still a virgin. I agreed and gave my consent to the marriage and promised him that he would get my virgin daughter for wife provided he was willing to take care of…” Jane was blabbing when Isabella raised her hand. “Enough mom, just be quiet!” Isabell

Later that evening, Ethan stepped out and promised he was going to bring dinner for them. While she was left alone, her tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. She had already decided an abortion the moment Ethan disclosed the news of the pregnancy to her. But now, after listening to Dr Rodrigo’s advice, she is perplexed. What is she going to do now? Her dad's life was in danger and she's not prepared for this. What on earth is she going to do now? Being a single mother has never been her choice, but is life going to impose that choice on her now? The door to her ward pushed open and the tall figure of Rian Whiteson walked in. Isabella swallowed hard. The last person she ever wants to set her eyes upon right now, is this man standing before her. Without glancing in his direction, she knew he was staring at her or better still scrutinizing her entire form, probably her flat belly. She hates the sight of him, especially now that she's pregnant with his child.

“What are you saying, where is my Papa?” she asked, alarmed. She quickly glanced around and saw something that explained everything to her. A large picture frame of her Papa was tossed to a corner and a memorial pad was by its side. She saw flowers who appeared weathered lying by the side and she turned her gaze back to her stepmother. Her body shivered and her complexion paled. For some seconds, she just glared at her stepmother, unable to say anything. What happened to Papa? What had this woman done to him? Did she have him removed from life support? She was away for approximately one month. The hospital would be lenient enough to give them a long rope for them to raise money for a few days to renew his hospital bills for the next month. But from what she's seeing, the death wasn't a fresh one. She was away for a month and a few things have happened behind her? Her heart was beating fast, her chest moving up and down within her ripcage. “Mark Green is dead and