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  SEDUCING THE DOCTOR

  BOOK 3 - THE HARTFORD BROTHERS SERIES

  JA LOW

  Copyright © 2021 by JA Low

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  CONTENTS

  1. Portia

  2. Portia

  3. Portia

  4. Miles

  5. Portia

  6. Miles

  7. Portia

  8. Miles

  9. Portia

  10. Miles

  11. Miles

  12. Portia

  13. Portia

  14. Portia

  15. Miles

  16. Portia

  17. Miles

  18. Portia

  19. Portia

  20. Miles

  21. Portia

  22. Miles

  23. Portia

  24. Miles

  25. Portia

  26. Miles

  27. Portia

  28. Miles

  29. Portia

  30. Miles

  31. Portia

  32. Miles

  33. Portia

  34. Miles

  35. Portia

  36. Miles

  37. Portia

  38. Miles

  39. Portia

  40. Miles

  41. Miles

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  About the Author

  Interconnecting Series

  Also by JA Low

  Also by JA Low

  Also by JA Low

  Also by JA Low

  Interconnecting Series

  Also by JA Low

  1

  PORTIA

  “I’m free, babe,” my boyfriend Axton Walsh yells as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. He didn’t want me to come to his graduation ceremony; he only wanted to meet up with me at the after-party, which I get because he wanted to spend time with his family. I met Axton at a friend’s frat party he invited us to at Columbia. The six-foot-three, blond hair, blue-eyed Viking had me at hello. He was cute, intelligent, funny, and that body. We’ve been seeing each other for two years and his star on the football team has risen considerably since we first began dating. He started out as this sweet southern gentleman, but I could see over the years the accolades and adoration were going to his head. I never held him back, even if I thought he was partying too much and making friends with the wrong people. He’s an adult; he can make his own decisions. Did I voice concern? Of course, but it never went over well and would end in terrible fights. So, I stopped and now I keep my mouth shut.

  He’s been offered a contract to play for a New York NFL team and is moving to Jersey. We’ve been looking for places to rent together as I’m still in school, so I’ll commute to the city as he needs to stay close to the team. Axton was a year ahead of me at school. I have another year to go before I finish my interior design degree at FIT. Mom was able to get me an internship with her best friend Carrie Hartford, one of New York’s best interior designers. I’ve known Carrie my entire life as the Hartford and the Garcia families are close. She’s also my godmother, and I can’t wait to work with her. I’ve admired Carrie most of my life. She’s insanely glamorous, funny, kind, and a smart businesswoman.

  “I’m so proud of you, Axton,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck. I can smell the beer already lacing his breath as he kisses me again. Ew, I hate the taste of beer. Someone calls his name from behind us, and I can already see on his face he’s ready to go. He’s graduated college, Portia, give him a break. He wants to hang out with his friends before they start their adult lives. They will be dotted around the country and he’s never going to see some of them again. Let him have this time with his friends because you are about to spend two weeks in Mexico together. You can grab some alone time then. I mentally tell myself all of this as I uncurl my body from his enormous frame.

  “Sorry, babe, got to go,” Axton says, kissing me again before disappearing into the drunk crowd. I let out a heavy sigh and head to the bar; might as well drown my sorrows.

  “Hey, what are you doing here alone?” Cora Jeffries, one of my best friends, asks as she takes a seat on the couch beside me.

  “Just taking a break,” I tell her as I turn and give her a smile.

  “Is Axton drunk again?”

  “Yeah. You know what he’s like when he gets that way.”

  She nods in understanding. “I’m so looking forward to going to Mexico tomorrow.”

  “Wonder how everyone is going to feel in the morning? Or if they are just going to keep going?” I like to party as much as the next person but getting on a plane with a hangover is not my idea of fun.

  “Guess we better have the buckets ready,” she says with a chuckle.

  “What are you two doing sitting here looking lame?” Hannah Randoff, my other best friend, asks, taking a seat on the other side of me on the couch.

  “Axton’s drunk and Portia needs a time out from all that,” Cora explains to her.

  Our eyes travel over to where Axton is with his gaggle of groupies surrounding him. He has his arm slung around some girl’s shoulder as he talks, everyone giving him the attention he is always chasing. I’m not a jealous person; I can’t be, especially with Axton being the charming flirt that he is, but sometimes dealing with his groupies who seem to forget he has a girlfriend is exhausting when he does nothing but court their attention.

  “Ugh, is that Raylene who has her hands all over your man?” Hannah sneers, looking at the blonde who has heart eyes for my boyfriend.

  “Yeah. But she’s harmless. She’s been after Axton for years, but he’s not interested.”

  “He seems a little more flirtatious than normal with her though,” Cora adds.

  I can hear the concern in her voice. “It’s graduation, guys. He’s letting loose.”

  “He does that a lot,” Hannah mumbles under her breath.

  I understand what she is saying because I have noticed it too these last couple of months. For someone who is a professional athlete, he’s partying a little more than usual. He’s begun hanging around with a different crowd, his social media profile has exploded, his DMs have become full of thirsty women’s requests. I’m secure in myself, and I trust him. I mean, the boy shows me his DMs, so I know he’s not hiding anything. I know my friends are trying to look out for me. They have and always will. I also know they are not Axton’s bigge
st fans. But I love him.

  As the night continues, Axton is becoming drunker and more obnoxious. I hate when he gets like this. His evil twin kicks in and there’s no reasoning with him. I walk over to where he is sitting with his boys; he looks up at me and gives me a lazy smile.

  “Hey, babe. Come sit here,” Axton says with a slurred voice as he pats his lap.

  I take my seat and wrap my arms around his neck. His blue eyes are red from, I’m guessing, smoking some weed. I shake my head at him.

  “What?” he asks angrily. “Why are you giving me that look?”

  I’m surprised by the viciousness in his tone. “Nothing, babes. I’m tired, is all,” I whisper, not wanting him to blow up. He looks like he’s ready to argue, and I don’t want to be in the firing line.

  “I’ve graduated, Portia. We should be partying all night long. Don’t tell me you’ve turned into a bitch.”

  I frown at his words, hate how they cut me, but I ignore him as he’s trying to bait me into a fight. “I wanted to take you home and have a celebration of our own, babe,” I whisper into his ear seductively.

  He looks up at me and his face turns into a wide smile. “Do you now?” He raises a brow in my direction.

  I nod, which seems to have dispersed the tension in his shoulders. The next thing I know, he’s picking me up from his lap and placing me in a straddle position against him. My dress is riding up, exposing my ass to all his friends, which he doesn’t seem to care about. I try to tug it down, but his hands grip my ass tightly while his hardening dick presses against my core.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Portia,” he purrs into my ear as he grinds his dick against me.

  I give him an awkward smile so as not to anger him, but the way he is looking at me it’s as if he’s moments away from fucking me in front of everyone at this afterparty. I’m not into exhibitionism.

  “Come on, baby, let’s go home,” I ask, trying to get him to leave.

  “No, I’m not going anywhere, yet.”

  Then the next thing I know, his hand is up my skirt as his fingers insert inside of me. “Axton,” I hiss into his ear as panic rolls over my body. I’m sitting in front of all his football buddies, and he thinks now is the best time to finger bang me. Oh, hell no. I let go of his neck and place my hand gently on his wrist, halting the movement of his hand beneath my dress. “Please, stop.” I stare down at his face, hoping he understands how uncomfortable he is making me.

  “But you like my fingers in your cunt,” he states loudly, which draws sniggers from his friends.

  “Not here I don’t.”

  He looks over my shoulders at his buddies and then back at me. “They don’t care. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen them fuck someone?” He chuckles as if it’s no big deal. To me, it is.

  “I don’t feel comfortable,” I plead with him.

  “You fucking love it.” He wiggles his fingers inside of me as if trying to prove his point.

  “Stop.” I raise my voice. People must hear as the talking stops and silence follows. Axton’s blue eyes turn from lust to anger in a matter of seconds, and I feel his entire body stiffen.

  “My dick needs you, Portia. Wants you. Are you turning me down?”

  “Babe, of course not. I don’t want to do anything in public, is all,” I whisper, trying not to upset him in front of friends.

  “I need you now though.”

  “I understand, baby. The bathroom is over there. You can have me whichever way you want in there,” I tell him, looking over his shoulders at the club’s toilets.

  “No. These fuckers need to know you’re mine. I hate hearing them speak about how much they want you. I wouldn’t put it past any of them to come and take you from me.”

  “I don’t want them, I want you. I love you,” I say, cupping his face.

  “If you loved me, then you would let me make you come right here, right now. They can’t see anything,” Axton tells me as he leans in and nips the skin on my throat.

  “I told you I don’t feel comfortable.”

  “Other chicks would. Do you have any idea how many chicks would get down on their knees right now and blow me in front of my friends? I could snap my fingers and have one right here now.”

  My body tenses at his words. What the hell? He’s drunk, and now he’s being a dick.

  “Get your hands off me, Ax,” I ask him through gritted teeth.

  “If I take my hands off of you, know someone else is happy to take your place.” He hisses his words and they feel like a slap in the face.

  “If you want someone who’s willing to fuck you in front of your friends, then so be it. But it’s not me.” I push off him and stand up on shaky legs. The look Axton is shooting at me is pure venom.

  He then tilts his head and smiles. “Raylene, there you are. Portia was just leaving, so why don’t you come and party with us.” Axton grins at her before looking over at me. “Like I said, there are plenty of women willing to please me.”

  My heart breaks. I watch in slow motion as Raylene takes a seat beside Axton with a smile on her face, looking like the cat that got the cream. I won’t let him or her see me break.

  “Have fun, Axton, just know what you can do, I can do as well,” I say with a wide smile on my face. I give him a wink, which makes his entire face turn bright red with anger, and I waltz out of the area.

  “Are you okay?” Cora asks.

  “No. I want to go home,” I tell her, trying to keep my tears at bay.

  “Your wish is my command, babe. Let’s go.”

  2

  PORTIA

  I’m a bundle of nerves as Axton never messaged me last night after our fight. Raylene’s smug face as I left the club is burnt into my retinas. If Axton and Raylene hooked up, then I’m done. What Axton did to me last night was fucked up. I made excuses last night about his actions to my girls when we got home, only because I was embarrassed and stupidly still in love with Axton. Also, it’s become a pattern excusing away his behavior. And I know my girls are trying to look out for me because if the roles were reversed, I would tell my friends to dump their man’s ass too.

  But here we are, stepping out of our car at the private airport to get ready to go to Mexico with my boyfriend and all his friends, so it was hardly the time or place to break up with him. Hopefully, he’s sobered up and we can talk about what happened last night like adults. My steps falter as I see an angry-looking Axton running down the stairs of the private plane toward us.

  Axton asks as he stops in front of us, glaring at me, “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Going to Mexico,” I tell him. I get he’s angry with me, but we can worry about that once we are on the beach sipping cocktails.

  “No, you’re not,” he yells at me.

  Wow, hang on.

  “I told you last night we’re done.”

  I stare at him in confusion as I try to think back to our conversation last night. We had a fight, but I didn’t think we had broken up. I wanted to, but I didn’t.

  “You made your choice last night, you left,” Axton tells me angrily.

  “After you tried to force her to fuck you in front of your friends,” Hannah tells him angrily.

  Axton glares at my best friend. “Portia needs to learn how to have fun. She’s always had a fucking pole stuck up her ass, thinking she’s better than everyone else. You all do because you have rich daddies,” Axton sneers.

  “Actually, it’s my mom who’s rich, thank you very much,” Cora adds, crossing her arms and glaring at Axton.

  A small bubble of laughter falls from my lips at her comment, which earns me death daggers from my boyfriend. Oops, sorry—my now ex, according to him.

  “Come on, baby, we’re ready to go.” Raylene’s voice echoes down the tarmac.

  I turn and look at her dressed in a skimpy outfit with a glass of champagne in her hand and a smile on her face. “I see,” I say, taking a step toward Axton, anger boiling through my veins. “That
’s fine. Have your fun with little miss gold digger. It’s not like she hasn’t fucked all your friends. Guess she needed your name on her list to call out Bingo.”

  Axton flinches at my words, but he knows it’s the truth.

  “Well, it’s been a blast dating you, Axton. All the best. Make sure you wrap it up; don’t want someone trying to trap you now you’re actually worth something.” And with that parting barb, I turn on my heels and walk back to our waiting car. The driver grabs my bags as I haul my ass into the back of the car and burst out crying.

  “That motherfucking piece of shit,” Hannah curses as she hops into the car.

  “I can’t believe he’s taking Raylene to Mexico. What a fuck face,” Cora adds, taking the seat beside me.

  “What the hell happened?” I ask my best friends as tears stream down my cheeks.

  “You had a lucky escape, that’s what happened,” Hannah says to me.

  “You deserve better than him, Portia,” Cora explains, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she pulls me into her.

  “Damn right I deserve better. I also deserve a fucking holiday in Mexico.” I pout, thinking about the gorgeous villa we rented and now he’s sharing it with her.