Angel Hart & Kira Hart

A yellow taxi stopped, and a man clad in a white coat came out and walked into the brightly lit hospital. 

His fingers caressed the box in his pocket, for within that box lay two syringes, one for his boss and the other for the red hair. 

He could not understand how Aylin brought these syringes, or maybe she always carried them along. That thought made him shiver, but when he remembered their intimate scene, a contented smile found its way to his lips.

Having such a powerful woman moan under him was so exhilarating. However, Kyle had no idea Aylin let out fake moans, and it was to further twist his thoughts, which worked out well.

"Hey Kyle, where did you go?" another doctor queried casually. "Umm, my wife wanted something, so I met her outside," he smoothly lied while adjusting his glasses.

"Oh? Anyway, head up. We've got a new doc on the team."