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  Table of Contents

  Prologue: Olivia Westman

  Dr. James Mason

  Olivia

  James

  Epilogue: Olivia

  Author’s Note:

  Untitled

  Walker

  Erica

  Helena

  Addison

  Prologue: Marshall

  Virginia

  Marshall

  Prologue: Jackson Leeman

  Fiona Breckinridge

  Jackson

  Fiona

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  Contents

  Prologue: Olivia Westman

  1. Dr. James Mason

  2. Olivia

  3. James

  4. Olivia

  5. James

  6. Olivia

  7. James

  8. Olivia

  9. James

  10. Olivia

  11. James

  12. Olivia

  13. Olivia

  14. James

  15. Olivia

  16. James

  17. Olivia

  18. James

  19. Olivia

  20. James

  21. Olivia

  22. James

  23. Olivia

  24. James

  25. Olivia

  26. James

  27. Olivia

  28. James

  29. Olivia

  30. James

  31. Olivia

  32. James

  33. Olivia

  34. James

  Epilogue: Olivia

  35. Author’s Note:

  Untitled

  36. Walker

  37. Erica

  38. Walker

  39. Erica

  40. Walker

  41. Erica

  42. Erica

  43. Walker

  44. Erica

  45. Erica

  46. Walker

  47. Erica

  48. Walker

  49. Erica

  50. Walker

  51. Erica

  52. Walker

  53. Erica

  54. Walker

  55. Erica

  56. Walker

  57. Erica

  58. Walker

  59. Erica

  60. Walker

  61. Erica

  62. Walker

  63. Erica

  64. Erica

  65. Walker

  66. Erica

  67. Walker

  68. Erica

  69. Walker

  70. Erica

  71. Author’s Note:

  Untitled

  72. Helena

  73. Addison

  74. Helena

  75. Addison

  76. Helena

  77. Addison

  78. Helena

  79. Addison

  80. Helena

  81. Addison

  82. Helena

  83. Addison

  84. Helena

  85. Addison

  86. Helena

  87. Addison

  88. Helena

  89. Addison

  90. Helena

  91. Addison

  92. Helena

  93. Addison

  94. Helena

  95. Helena

  96. Addison

  97. Helena

  98. Addison

  99. Addison

  100. Helena

  101. Addison

  102. Helena

  103. Addison

  104. Author’s Note:

  Untitled

  Prologue: Marshall

  105. Virginia

  106. Marshall

  107. Virginia

  108. Marshall

  109. Virginia

  110. Marshall

  111. Virginia

  112. Marshall

  113. Virginia

  114. Marshall

  115. Virginia

  116. Marshall

  117. Virginia

  118. Marshall

  119. Virginia

  120. Marshall

  121. Virginia

  122. Marshall

  123. Marshall

  124. Virginia

  125. Marshall

  126. Virginia

  127. Marshall

  128. Virginia

  129. Virginia

  130. Marshall

  131. Virginia

  132. Marshall

  133. Virginia

  134. Marshall

  135. Marshall

  136. Virginia

  137. Marshall

  138. Virginia

  139. Marshall

  140. Author’s Note:

  Untitled

  Prologue: Jackson Leeman

  141. Fiona Breckinridge

  142. Jackson

  143. Fiona

  144. Jackson

  145. Fiona

  146. Jackson

  147. Fiona

  148. Jackson

  149. Fiona

  150. Jackson

  151. Fiona

  152. Jackson

  153. Fiona

  154. Jackson

  155. Fiona

  156. Jackson

  157. Fiona

  158. Jackson

  159. Fiona

  160. Jackson

  161. Fiona

  162. Jackson

  163. Fiona

  164. Jackson

  165. Fiona

  166. Jackson

  167. Fiona

  168. Jackson

  169. Fiona

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  Prologue: Olivia Westman

  “This can’t last forever,” I think to myself. “Can it?” I open my eyes and see his chiseled body, towering above mine. His cocky smile shines against the bedroom lighting. He’s perfect, dammit. Perfectly smug. But he’s dying for me. He needs me.

  “I’m a lucky man,” he says. His fingers trace down my stomach, pushing past my navel. I breathe in deeply, exhaling hard.

  I didn’t think I’d be here right now. My plan was to finish school and leave this place. I thought I’d meet someone in class. You know, someone more my age. I thought I’d fall in love, as that man promised me the world. Now, I’m in here, in his bed. My doctor, for Christ’s sake. How the hell did this happen?

  “It will have to be our secret,” I tell him. “No one can know about this.”

  His fingers move further down. I shudder when he reaches my wetness, the one spot I was told was a sacred place I would want to keep untarnished, nearly forever. This has never happened to me before. I’ve never been touched like this, never been treated like a real woman.

  “You’re nervous,” he says.

  I nod my head and gulp down hard. “Sorry,” I say. “I’m not nervous. I’m just excited.” This man is not your husband. He’ll never be yours. Why are you giving him what he wants?

  “Just relax,” he whispers. “Let me guide you.”

  Does he care that I’m a virgin? Does it turn him on more that I am? As his fingers slowly enter me, I gasp for air. I grab onto the bed sheets. My legs push into the mattress as his tongue covers me. Maybe he knows. Maybe he doesn’t. Either way, I’m not telling him that yet.

  “Guide me, doctor,” I whisper. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”

  Dr. James Mason

  “I don’t know how much longer she has,” I sigh. I look away and try not to get emotional. I’m the best doctor this city has to offer, yet I’m powerless in these situations. There’s nothing I can do. If a patient has reached this stage in their disease, I have to stand tall and tell th
e family that hopes and prayers are the only things left for them to give. This time, however, it’s different. Much different.

  “James,” my father whispers. “I thought…” His head lowers, as he begins to weep. My own father. I didn’t sign up for this. I never wanted to see this happen, though I knew it could happen someday.

  “I know,” I say. “I thought there were more options. I thought I could do something. I’ve failed my own family. I’m so—”

  “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Jenna, my sister, says. She’s always been strong. In a lot of ways, she’s stronger than me. Women have to deal with a hell of a lot and I know she’s done her best to keep this family afloat, while I left all those years to go to medical school.

  “You did everything that you could,” she says. “And I love you for that.”

  “We don’t blame you,” my father says. “We knew the limits. Science just hasn’t progressed fast enough.”

  I look at the awards on my wall. They’re all so fucking meaningless. Best Surgeon 2017. Doctor of the year… Who fucking cares? When people are dying, is there time for any of that bullshit? Fuck no. We all go to the ceremonies and clap as loud as we can, so we can feel proud about what we do. But the suffering continues. Diseases continue to kill us off. Now, one has taken my own mother. Not yet, but soon.

  “Thank you,” I tell them, shielding my eyes. I can’t fucking cry. I can’t waste the energy on tears. There has to be other options. Of course, there aren’t any. Please, God… help us through this time of pain.

  As my family funnels out of the hospital, I walk with them. “You know,” my father starts speaking slow and methodical, “I’ve had the best life with your mother. It’s been long and full of happiness. I don’t regret a thing.”

  “I know. You deserve more than this, though, Dad,” I say.

  “No. This is life. We deserve whatever we get. Life is pain, but we can get something out of that pain, can’t we?” he asks.

  “I don’t know,” I say.

  “Well, I do. I’ve lived long enough to know that much. I have one thing left to ask you,” he says. I nod and he continues, “I’d like to see you happier. I’d like to see you work less. I know it’s your passion, but, son, you need a woman. You need someone who you can love and trust, and fall back on. If there’s one thing I ask of you it’s this: find someone you love. Hold onto them and never let go.”

  “I’ll try, Dad,” I whisper. But I don’t have time for any of that. I save lives. That’s what I do. People rely on me. How can I rely on somebody else?

  “Don’t try. Just do it,” he says. “Because time moves fast. Believe me, if you don’t find her, you’ll regret it.”

  “Life is about family,” I nod. It’s something he’s been telling us since we were children. Family is everything. It’s the water in our body, the blood flowing through our veins. It’s what connects us and continues life itself. My sister found love ten years ago. As for me, well, I never found it. Maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough.

  “Damn right it is,” he says. “You’re damn right.”

  “I’ll meet you at the house later?” I ask him.

  “Yes. We’ll be there,” he whispers, solemnly. The house. Where Mom used to live. The place where all our memories were formed.

  We part ways, but only for the time being. I can’t help but dwell on my father’s words. “You need a woman.” A woman can’t solve your problems. What I’ve learned is that only you and you alone can solve your problems. There aren’t any magic switches in this life. Women come and women go. That’s just a fact. I love my father, but he’s wrong about a few things. Pussy is temporary. That’s final.

  Olivia

  “One more weed until we’re done. Can you believe it?” Josie is the beautiful, neurotic, blonde friend I met on the first day of classes here. San Diego University. We’re both about to get our degree in Health Studies, which essentially means that when I get out of here, I’ll have to run a juice bar or something. Still, she’s excited about school being over. As for me, I was kind of hoping to have another year left, somehow. How the heck am I supposed to go out into the real world? I’m practically still a child.

  “I can believe it,” I tell her. “In fact, I’m pretty much dreading it at this point.”

  “You’re insane. It’s because you haven’t gotten laid yet, isn’t it?” she asks. Her question comes complete with a twisted smile.

  “Why do you always bring that up?” I sigh and continue walking. My schoolbooks sit jammed in my backpack, pressed against my back. If I ever get scoliosis, it’s because of my years here. If I ever go completely broke, it’ll be because of the same damn thing.

  “Because I feel for you, girl. Seriously. Like, you don’t know what you’re missing out on,” she says.

  “So it’s like this magic switch, huh? Once a cock goes into my vagina, I’ll feel the weight of the world drop from my shoulders?” I ask the question, but I don’t expect any real answers. The door to the outside courtyard of the Health and Sciences building is right in front of us. Josie swings it open and I feel the spring air hit my face. Sex can’t be better than this weather. It just can’t be.

  “Actually yes!” she cackles. “Finals week? I call Eric. Parents getting a divorce? I call Samuel. Car accident? I call both of them and listen to them fight over me.”

  “Who the hell is Samuel?” I ask her.

  “Just some guy I met last week at that party,” she shrugs. “He’s going to be a doctor.” She makes a puffed-out gesture with her chest and laughs. I laugh with her, although I’m not too sure what we’re laughing about.

  “You know I choose to be a…” I stop myself from saying the word. There’s just too many people around right now and, frankly, it’s embarrassing that anyone even knows.

  “A virgin?” Josie blurts out. A couple of girls walking next to us giggle to themselves as I turn beet red and look around for a nice bush to hide in. No one understands me on this subject. To the world, I’m kind of a freak, but I value the perfect experience.

  “I value the idea of love,” I tell her, proudly.

  “Oh, God,” she groans and slumps over. “You’d think four years at university would sharpen your critical faculties a bit.”

  “What?! I don’t get everyone’s deal. What’s so wrong with having values?” We sit down in the center-left of the courtyard. I swing my backpack onto the ground and hunch over the table.

  “Love is a societal and cultural construct. It’s an idea men use to indoctrinate women into getting married and having babies. All those Disney cartoons… do relationships ever really work out that way? Hell no. You fall for someone and, if you’re lucky, a couple years later you can meet someone new and fall for them,” she says.

  “Look,” I tell her. “I don’t need the women’s studies lecture. I took that course two years ago.”

  “I’m just saying…” She smiles and pulls out a cigarette.

  “I get that your parents are going through this new divorce thing. I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you,” I say. “In my opinion, life is what you make it. If I want it to be a goddamn fairytale, it’s going to be a fairytale.”

  “You’re really going to wait until you’re like thirty to have sex with someone?” she asks. I don’t even try to answer. This whole conversation is getting out of hand this point. I simply put a hand up in the air, to try and change the subject, but she’s on a roll. “No, seriously. Don’t cut me off. This is an important topic. Let me get this straight. You’re going to fall in love and marry someone without knowing what sex is like with other people?”