Capítulo 4: Chapter 4

Kent

"Kent, is that you?"

Fuck! Dr. West. When did she join the country club?

I never panicked, only when my secret was about to be revealed and that could be right now.

"Yes," I whispered in a voice that I didn't know I still possessed. It sounded too much like the teen I used to be.

"It's just that; I never knew that you were with this club. I know that you go often. But, oh well, it's good to see you."

She smiled when she did her five-second rectal scan. The thing that she did whenever I went to the clinic with a problem. Five-second check to see if her x-ray doctor vision could analyze what was wrong with me, before the words left my lips.

"Yeah."

I wanted to keep this conversation short and get the fuck out of here ASAP. I had to shower, head back to the office but all of that left my head, as her dark eyes were stuck on the one complaint that I'd had one too many times lately.

"Are you still wearing the bandages?"

The one that I claimed I had to wear to keep wearing these damn shoes. It was something that I'd done back in university to lose my virginity. I'd had sex more than once that first night and stuck with the affectation for the past few years. I'd left the university, and the thrill of seeing a lady looking down at my shoes and thinking that she was going to have the ride of her life was addictive.

Stupid.

But fucking addictive.

"Yeah."

I sounded like a teenager going out on their first date. Turning bright red, and not knowing what to say, but I had to get away from her, and I could feel that my face was turning a bright shade of red as I started to go past her, and she nearly stepped on my shoes.

"Didn't I tell you that you need to stop wearing the bandages to give your feet time to breathe?"

"Yeah."

What was it with that fucking word?

"Dr. West I need to get going, time and all."

She nodded, "Sure, but if you don't want to see the podiatrist about your feet then I suggest you do something about it."

"Yeah."

I was out of her sight, but I knew that she was right. I was twenty-four going on five and had to stop acting like a fucking kid. I needed to show my true self, but it was so hard. Who would have thought that being a billionaire, having any girl I wanted any night of the week, traveling all over the world and being a tennis champion three years in a row wouldn't be enough for me?

Sure, the club wasn't the US Opens but, my family was rich and I helped make it a little richer. So why wasn't that enough? I was also certain that it wasn't the size of my shoes that I allowed me to have a different woman in my bed every night. But then, why did I keep wearing shoes too big for my feet, if that was the case. I glanced in the direction the doctor had gone and felt my jaw tighten.

Shit, it was as if I was never satisfied and I wanted more.

I made a promise to myself right there and then that as soon as this Japanese deal was sealed and dusted, I would get rid of these damn shoes and every other shoe that didn't fit and start acting like a man. It was time to leave that university kid that only wanted to lose his virginity behind. After all, life was too short, and I wouldn't be pulling in the chicks in a wheelchair if I couldn't even walk. No. I needed to make a change just as soon as this deal went through.

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