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Jace Herondale's P.O.V.

The heart is a strange and amazing muscle and we all can't live or love without it, but most people don't think about it often. We don't think about the steady, faithful organ that beat one hundred thousand times a day. Most people have no idea that a woman’s heartbeat is faster than a man’s by about eight beats per minute, or that its four chambers pumps blood to every cell in the body except for the corneas.

Yet it can be a pesky little nuisance at times, Making us feel things we don't want to feel or say and do things we've never planned on. And lately, it has been the source of all my problems. But at this exact moment, the heart isn't what am concerned about. It's a body part further south.

Am a sexual man I love vaginas. I really do. But staring into the mouth of one old enough to belong to my grandmother isn't my idea of an exciting evening for me. It's the worst way to spend my evening but it's still my job.

“Everything looks good, Mrs. Robinson.” Snapping off the latex gloves in my hands I rose to my feet, throwing them in the trash as I helped her into a sitting position on the exam table.

She adjusted her bifocals and offered me a coy smile. “Thank you for making this so pleasant. There should be a new rule that all gynecologists have to look like you.”She says chuckling

“Thank you. But I’m not a gynecologist. I’m a med student on my OB-GYN rotation.”

Which ends tomorrow, thank God. I’ve been inside more vaginas these past weeks than all four years of undergrad combined. And that’s saying something.

Believe me!

But this rotation will be the closest thing am getting, to any pussy for a long while. I’ve sworn a temporary ban three days ago, after my latest fling went psycho.

Her wild streak in bed had made her an excellent fuck-buddy and temptress, but apparently that extra dose of crazy ran deeper than I thought. She swore we were soul mates, yet I didn’t even know her last name, I told her what we’d shared the past few weeks was purely sexual and fun and that it was over.

Smartass me thinking she took the news well like all the other girls did, Was too naive. I should have been quick to notice she's a manic, I guess the saying that goes "Not everybody who walks with clothes on are complete humans" is actually true because two days later after I ended our fling. She went bat shit crazy and broke into my place nearly everything I owned was destroyed. Bleach was poured over my couch and scissors cut were used to designs my bed foam and chairs. All my clothes, and my laptop and TV were smashed and scattered into smithereens. Thankfully She's currently in police custody, and I’ve been crashing on a friend’s couch while I tried to figure out my next move. My landlord had decided I was too much trouble and served me an eviction notice!

I guess the endless parties and booty calls session weren't to his Liking since I definitely know none of my neighbors like me....

And working a twelve-hour shifts doesn't exactly allow much time for house-hunting.

I guess all this madness is caused by my incredible looks and also let's not forget my extraordinary skills in bed..

Am definitely a man who has been blessed by several Greek gods!

I mean who would have thought a dick, a good dick and a good fuck will make a woman go crazy. Turns out, a good fuck turns women’s hearts into a frenzied mess, causing them to declare their undying love and latch on me like leaches. I couldn’t continue to unleash that kind of chaos, I mean good looks and all, I decided to lay low for a while. I need to buckle down and focus on my education and my future. I had to declare my specialty and apply for residencies for next year, and I'm already pushing the deadline as it is. I mean being independent is the one reason why I stopped receiving support from my parents... Especially from my father!

My dad owns big oil and shipping company, headquarters in Russia and a few other branches in Greece, turkey, Hong Kong

Shanghai china

and other clothing brands. My mother Celeste Herondale is a fashion model, designer and also a big philanthropist, she manages a branch in Hong Kong where my older sister went to join her. I really don't give a fuck about my dad, he thinks he's a smartass just like me. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, well he wasn't much of a father to us.

He's a fucking rich tycoon with no time for his children, mom's a career woman too, she manages one of our successful branch in Hong Kong like I said before and she never forgets to put her kids first which is the trait my father lacks. So currently my mom and sister are really the only people that matter in my life right now.... Me chasing my dreams in medicine wasn't easy for my father to deal with, he wanted me to go to business school and take over his big empire but I stood my ground and chased my own career choice.

Anyway now I just have to focus on the most important thing in my life and My nights inside the silky-warm perfection of a woman’s most tender place has been put on hold.

Not For Eternity!

Not sure I'll last that long...

Am a guy who can't stay a week without sex. . .

just Until I graduate and land a job.

My nose has spent too much time sniffing out pussy and not enough on the grindstone. Sure, thinking with my dick has been fun while it lasted, but it wasn’t worth losing everything. Now I had to buckle down, put my Ivy League education to good use.

Have promised my arrogant self to be levelheaded, in control, and most importantly: celibate but just for a short while.

I'll just have to settle for swabbing the insides of seventy-year-olds like Mrs. Robinson with a giant Q-tip. Not nearly as satisfying, but it was about to become my way of life for now!

Sitting down on the stool across from my patient, I typed a few notes into the laptop. “If only all patients could be as easy as you, Mrs. Robinson.”

“Did you just call me easy?” She winked getting her flirt on, as I made her comfortable.

“I did have my hand up your skirt after barely a hello.” I grinned back at her smirking at the fact she practically flirting back..

God I love my job!!!

Well the most part of it...

The attending physician’s eyes widened but Mrs. Robinson merely laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made me grin.

“Thank you for that.” She reached one wrinkled age-spotted hand toward me, and I place my hand in hers, she squeezed it tightly. “I haven’t had a doctor take the time to treat me like a regular person in a long time. You’ll make a great physician one day.”

I accepted her compliment with a smile. This isn't the first time I've been told my bedside manner put people at ease. And if I can't have fun with my patients, there's no way I’ll survive the twelve-hour shifts and lack of sleep. It can be brutal sometimes.

As I walked into the hall after Dr. Halsey, he said something about running a screening, and I nodded. Then a cute nurse winked at me, her gaze dropping to the front of my scrubs where am certain the outline of my dick has her mouth watering. I'm two seconds away from leading her into the storage room for a quick fuck when my brain snapped into action.

Shit. I'd just made my celibacy vow not even five minutes ago and was already tempted to break it. What have I been thinking? Clearly this idea is doomed to fail . . . which means I need a replacement. Something I can actually stick to. I smiled and walked straight past the nurse as I started concocting a new plan in my head.

There will be three simple rules to follow if I need to get laid, a man needs release afterall. Rule 1- it will only last one night, no names would be exchanged, and no phone numbers either. Rule 2- No elongated flings or sleep overs, it seems to complicate things. Following these rules ensures it will be a one-time thing, and the woman won't go as far as falling in love with me after. That means no fucking the pretty nurses at the hospital where I worked.

Feeling the tiniest bit more in control, I rolled my shoulders and checked my watch. Still two more hours until my twelve-hour shift ended.

Just then, my phone vibrated. I reached into my pocket and skimmed the screen as I continued following Dr. Halsey to our next appointment. It was a text from my sister, telling me she's with mom in Hong Kong and that am free to use her apartment while she gone...

I smiled with relief. Now my housing problem is solved, dad got her the house when she moved here to new York.. At least one of my problems is solved now. . .

Then I finished reading her message.

My smile crashed to the floor. Isabelle wants me to share a house with someone. Apparently she had put up a room in the house up for rent and has already got a tenant who paid already.. and from the picture attached to the message she's hot-as-hell, looks familiar but I totally would have recognized her if she was one of my many flings... She has that unforgettable face and her eyes is just.....

The gods are definitely playing some dirty tricks infact they just laughed at my plan and decided to throw a curveball of their own in my path. Something tells me I'm about to become very well-acquainted with this sexy innocent temptress.

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