02

Luke

I left the coffee shop while cursing the girl who I accidentally bumped into. My words were true, I would never go to a local coffee shop to have a cup of coffee. I only went there to meet my best friend, Gabriel, who was busy courting a regular customer at that particular coffee shop. If people thought of Gabriel as a nice man, then they are the dumbest ever. Gabriel was a certified playboy. Courting different girls at the same time was his hobby.

My intention to meet Gabriel was my health. Recently, I have been experiencing heavy hormonal imbalance and wanted to get advice on the doctors and private meetings with them. With my popularity, I could barely get out of the house for work and social gatherings. The agenda of the meeting with Gabriel had gone pretty well. I had secured a doctor's information and had even scheduled an appointment. It was the exact phone call that made me bump into that strange girl.

I made a mental note to avoid any and all public places that normal people visit.

Now, it was the next day. I had woken up early and was getting ready for my appointment with the doctor whom Gabriel had recommended.

I lived alone in my mansion. My house help consisted of fewer than 5 people despite the size of the mansion. I simply don't like having a lot of untrustworthy people around. I have been living alone ever since I reached adulthood. And taking over my father's company was an added advantage to my lifestyle. I worked hard and spent hard.

I looked at the mirror and a proud smile spread across my face. Despite my busy schedule, I managed to maintain a good body. I worked out regularly and had a great built which could make the ladies go weak on the knees.

I finished getting dressed and walked downstairs to the dining hall. The breakfast was all ready and set on the table for me. My employees maintained a good track record of time. Because I hate people who are not punctuation and waste the time of themselves and others.

I ate breakfast in silence while going through my phone. And soon left the house. My driver was already waiting for me outside. It did not take much time for me to get into the car and drive towards the hospital.

After a 15 minutes drive, the car halted at the hospital. I exited the car and walked inside. I particularly came in early to the hospital so that I would not run into anyone that I knew personally or professionally.

I walked up to the receptionist and said, "I have got an appointment with Dr. Dylan."

The receptionist smiled at me which I completely ignored. She was not the first woman to do it and normally I would have taken advantage of it in other circumstances. But not now. "Yes, sir. Wait a minute." She made a quick phone call and after that let me into the doctor's office.

"Good morning, Mr. Sawyer," the doctor greeted.

"Morning, doctor," I said and took a seat. I was nervous for a reason. Firstly, I hated hospitals and secondly, the reason for my visit was a new kind.

"So, after you made your symptoms clear, I think you should take a few tests before we can begin the treatment,"

I nodded my head in agreement, "Sure, any test is fine."

"Okay, then. I will have it arranged soon," Dr. Dylan spoke to the nurse in a low tone and she guided me to take the tests.

As I entered an empty room, I turned to the nurse with a confused look. She handed me two tubes and spoke, "Sir, this tube is for urine and the other is for your semen."

I raised his brows at her words. For a moment, I wondered if I had heard her right.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, sir. What is it?" the nurse asked.

"Did you just say…semen?"

She nodded her head, "Yes, sir. Your semen will also be tested. Please make it quick." With that, she walked out of the room to give me some privacy.

I simply stood at the center of the room, absolutely dazed, "A semen test? And what? Make it quick? How am I supposed to get hard on my own and have a release?" I hissed in anger. Nevertheless, I walked to the restroom and tried to do the job that was assigned to me.

It did not take me much time for the urine but the semen, it did give me a little trouble. I had to look up my phone for some porn videos and take care of the business.

I sighed, walking out of the room. The nurse who had instructed me about the tests was busy chatting with the receptionist. I felt a sudden embarrassment crossing over. I was supposed to walk up to them and hand over my urine and semen to the nurse.

I closed my eyes, cursing myself, my friend, Gabriel for sending me to an all ladies nurses' hospital and the doctor and the nurse and the universe. I heard the nurse and the receptionist giggling, I opened his eyes and walked up to them.

I cleared my throat to get their attention. It is not like I needed one. I am sure that the two ladies had been discussing me after the nurse came out of the room after instructing me about the tests. The nurse had filled in about my expression and embarrassment about the semen tests.

"Here," I handed over the tubes to the nurse and I was about to walk away. But the nurse called for me, "Sir, I will call you once the tests are done." She informed me and I simply nodded my head and walked away. I could not take any more embarrassment. I knew very well that the nurse and the receptionist were talking about me. I did not need to use my genius brain to notice how the ladies took glances at my crotch when I walked out of the room with completely filled tubes.

As angry as I was, I speedily walked to my car and smashed my hand onto the seat next to me. The driver was startled at first but then I said him to drive towards the office. It was not the time for me to feel anger or embarrassment. I needed to take care of my health and I had to do whatever the doctor tells me to. It was for my own good.