Chapter 1: Anika’s P.O.V “Exotic…exquisite, and efficient. We hardly see such deadly combination in women nowadays.” My boss, Steven Hallow, a man in his mid 40’s with a beautiful wife and two lovely children…clinked his Champagne flute to mine and at the same time, rubbed his sock covered feet up my bare leg. I forced a smile at the senior surgeon and moved my legs out of the way, but it wasn’t all that comfortable while sitting right next to the man in question, and when I was in a room filled with guests and trustee members who were all gathered to donate handsome amounts to the hospital funds to help us with our research work. I always knew Steven had a habit of coming on too strong and underestimating women in the medical work field, but he had always been a bit too…touchy-feely, if that was even a word, when it had come to me. Steven hadn’t always been this obvious or open about his ‘liking’ towa

Chapter 3: Anika’s P.O.V “Rahul?” I looked from my fiancé to my roommate. “Ash?” “Anika…” Ash laughed nervously, pulling the sheets up to her neck as her and Rahul sprang apart. “This isn’t how it looks like…” My mind just shifted to autopilot-bitch mode on its own. It was my defense mechanism since I was a teenager. Being continuously harassed for my ‘smelly hair’ and ‘curry’ lunches, I had developed almost like a split-personality that didn’t give a shit about what other people thought and always ended up getting me in trouble, but it was what had helped me survive The American High School Experience as a woman of colour. “Really?” I pulled out my phone from my purse and snapped a picture of the shameless duo without a second thought. “Because this clearly looks like cheating to me.” I held the phone up to show them their picture and Rahul sprang up from the bed, in all his three inch glory and rushe

Anika’s P.O.VThis evening, I got harassed by my boss and almost got molested; punched my boss in the nuts to escape. Got home to find my fiancé in bed with my roommate and then found out he had been cheating on me for five whole months. And finally, got kicked out of my preferred hospital and ended up on a stupid clinic by the mountain side where the only patients I would be treating would be a few deer’s and grizzlies.If only I had been fired and thrown out of my house at the same time, it would’ve been the perfect plot for some kind of a CEO romance novel bullshit.The CEO’s Doctor Sex Slave, or, CEO’s personal Maid. Wouldn’t that just be the perfect title for my messed up life?The only difference was, the real world didn’t have half as many CEO’s as they did in the romance novels and not every girl that went through a rough day was lucky enough to land on a CEO’s lap, espe

Anika’s P.O.V“Fucking sack of potatoes!” I cursed for the millionth time as I dragged the man across the driveway and into the house.I had taken out one of the bedcovers from the cupboard in the bedroom and then placed it on the ground before pushing and pulling the man onto the cover and tied it around him to help me pull him along. By the time I had made it to the bedroom with him, more than half an hour had passed and my entire dress was soaked through with sweat.Why was I doing this again you say? I could have easily just left him on the road and pretended I hadn't seen him and gotten away with it too, because apart from the bruising, his two main injuries were the stab wounds. But damn that Hippocratic Oath and my conscience as a doctor! I just couldn’t leave a wounded person behind, no matter what he did or who he was.So, after another few minutes of struggle, I hauled him on top of the bed and discarded

Anika’s P.O.VI felt my eyes twitch at the corners as I gave my patient a forced smile.“So, let me get this straight?” I told him through my forced smile. “You remember that you’re a size XXL; hate the colors pink and orange; have to eat meat every single day and cannot stand the scent of lavender. But in all of this, you don’t remember your name or any of your personal information?”He raised his head from his bowl of ‘my’ noodles temporarily, to give me a nod, before going back to devouring the bowl like I was an irrelevant fly that he couldn’t even give two shits about.I was getting ripped off, wasn’t I?I was certain that this man was a conman in disguise and that he had probably faked his injuries to catch any person who came down that road. And now that he had his victim, he was going to leech me dry until I was bankrupt and on the streets, before he moved on