Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

Dorothy was about to explode in rage, realizing that she had never been insulted like this in her entire life.

"You bitch! Just wait and see, Doris! I may not be able to do something to Nancy now that Charles is protecting her, but you...you're no one! I won't let you off the hook!"

"Humph! I don't need anyone to watch my back. I'm not scared of you." Doris rolled up her sleeves as she spoke. Then, boasting an arrogant smug, she continued, "You wanna fight? Come on! Bring it on!" "You, humph!" Dorothy belted those words as she stamped her foot and walked away with the almost unconscious Charles.

Meanwhile, Doris just merely watched Dorothy's sullen back as the latter disappeared. And when the former finally entered the room, her sight was graced with Jay passed out on the sofa.

'Just how much did they drink?' she thought, looking at the bottles.

"Hey, Jay, wake up, wake up..." Doris called, slightly nudging his arm.

"Huh?! What are you doing?" Jay mumbled, but his eyes remained shut.

Fortunately, Doris was quite a big woman who had a sturdy build. If it was Nancy, she would not be able to support Jay at all.

"You jerk! What do you think I will do to you? Of course, I'm gonna take you home!" she cursed, trying to lift him up. Placing his arm on her shoulder while she supported his torso, Doris slowly guided him out o the bar.

Although she wanted to take him home, Doris had no idea where he actually lived. Thinking about it now, she had known him for quite some time, but his address never really popped in any of their conversations.

Besides, even if she knew his sister, Sarah, she might be asleep at this time, so Doris decided not to disturb her.

So, left with no choice, she had to drive him to her small apartment. As soon as she arrived and unlocked the door, Doris threw Jay on the sofa.

Frustration was written all over her face as she stood in front of him with both hands leaning on her waist.

"How much did you drink? You reek of alcohol!" she ranted while opening the window to let some fresh air in. Then, she poured a glass of water for him.

As a doctor, she knew much alcohol could be do dehydrating, and judging from how intoxicated he looked right now, Doris guessed he consumed a lot. So, she helped him up and said, "Come on, drink some water."

Fortunately, Jay finally opened his mouth, but the bastard was so drunk that he mumbled, "Charles, drink more!"

"Why didn't you just drink to death instead of making me suffer like this?" she chattered angrily, almost splashing the water on his face so he'd sober up.

'I can't believe I'm taking care of him like he's a child!' Doris thought to herself. "Ohh!! Puff!"

But as just he was about to finish up all the water, he spat everything out.

And then the next thing he knew, he threw up all over his body and Doris'.

"Damn you! My god! That's it! I don't care! You take care of yourself! Damn it!." Doris was utterly outraged. Her mouth hung agape as she stared at her soaking wet clothes, now fuming with a terrible smell. Then, she put aside the glass of water and went into the bathroom to shower, leaving Jay languidly lying flat on the sofa.

She thought that Jay would wake up, but even when she was done with her shower, he was still on the sofa, completely motionless.

The mere sight of him, lying on his own puke, infuriated her to bits.

However, at this moment, even if she tried to slap him with a concrete, Jay would not wake up. He was so drunk that people would mistake him as dead if he were to be left on the streets.

Feeling helpless as she stared at him, Doris quickly removed his clothes and tossed them away into the washing room.

Then with a towel, she wiped his body clean, not minding his bare skin before her naked eye.

After making sure he was tidy and free of any remnants of his vomit, she assisted him back on the couch.

If he wasn't drunk, Doris wouldn't mind letting him sleep on her bed.

But because he reeked with so much alcohol, she thought it might linger on her sheets for days. Besides, Doris doubted if he would even feel the difference in the softness of the couch and her bed. His body must be extremely numb with alcohol right now.

It was past one o'clock in the morning when she settled him to his slumber. He looked so innocent in his sleep, much different from the playful and foolish Jay she knew.

But the more she stared at his face, the more Doris felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation in her heart. So, to stop that strange feeling, she just took off all his clothes and washed them.

After hanging them, she finally climbed to her bed and fell asleep as soon as she shut her eyes.

However, when dawn came, Doris suddenly felt the cold, slowly penetrating her skin despite remembering that she had wrapped the quilt around her.

So, feeling quite disturbed, she opened her eyes in a daze and was dumbfounded at what graced her sight.

Jay was lying beside her, taking over half of the bed while clinging onto her own quilt!

'This bastard!' she cursed internally, seeing as how she was left with nothing while he enjoyed the warmth of her comforter.

Moreover, his legs were pressed against hers, his head rested on her shoulder, and his arms embraced her. He looked so cozy while his blaring snores rang in her ears.

"Oh, gosh! What am I? Your mother? You bastard! Get up!" Doris yelled, trying to break free from his imprisonment.

But the jerk didn't even move and instead embraced her tighter.

At this point, Doris grew desperate. So, summoning all her energy, she forcefully got rid of him.

Then, getting up, she got dressed and decided not to go back to sleep. Instead, she went to the kitchen to cook something.

More than an hour passed, and Doris had finished her morning routine. She was all set to go to work, but Jay was still soundly asleep.

Instead of waking him up, she left him a note that says,

"Get out of my room, Jay!"

Then, she left and went to work.

When she arrived at the clinic, a handful of patients were already waiting for her.

'It's gonna be another busy day,' she thought with a heavy sigh before starting her workday as usual.

And true enough, Doris was swamped with patients all morning that she had forgotten about her frustrations last night.

Right now, all she thought of was getting off work and grabbing something delicious to eat. So, stretching herself, she called the last patient for this morning. "Coming!" someone answered. Then, six men, who all looked buff and strong, came in.

"Which of you is the patient?" asked Doris, glancing at them with a pair of skeptic eyes.

"We all are!" With that, one of the men locked the door.

Immediately, Doris knew they were trouble, so she called the security at once without wasting any second.

However, one of them quickly snatched her phone and smashed it on the floor.

"We are here to see a doctor. What? You don't want to treat people anymore?" the man who took her phone uttered with a smug.

"Are you insane? I won't treat you!" Although Doris boasted a confident tone, she was actually scared deep down.

"No, our brain is perfectly fine. But something in our body needs some attention. You are an andrologist. Please check us thoroughly."

Doris was not stupid, not to understand what they meant. And as soon as those perverts started unbuckling their waistbands, her hunch was confirmed. "Someone is stirring up trouble..." Before she could even finish her sentence, one of those goons covered her mouth aggressively that it almost left a mark. "What kind of doctor are you? We won't leave unless you treat us!" All of those jerks laughed perversely. Their eyes beamed with sheer lust as they all stared at her. At this point, Doris was even more anxious and couldn't think straight. Beads of cold sweat began forming on her head as she attempted to think of a way to escape. Then, summoning all her remaining courage, she kicked one of those men hard in his balls, catching him off guard.

"Take off the bitch's clothes now!" he cried out while grabbing his organ.

"Okay. This one's feisty, but she is beautiful. Come on, girl!"

The men started tearing her clothes apart. Enraged, she snatched the cup on the table and smashed it against one man's head.

"Oh, mother! Beat this bitch to death!"

the man spluttered while blood started to flow out of his head.

"Help! Help!" Doris shouted helplessly as she struggled to break free from them.

Meanwhile, Jay had just woken up, feeling so empty to open his eyes alone on the familiar bed.

But then, after seeing his washed clothes hanging dry, a warm sensation tingled inside him. He was certain that it was she who took care of him last night.

He was feeling elated until he caught sight of her note.

'This girl's bark is really worse than her bite,' he thought.

Even with a cold letter, Jay thought it would be heartless not to pay her back for all her efforts last night. So, after getting dressed, he immediately drove off to the hospital to take her out for lunch.

But as soon as he was about to step in her clinic, he was petrified to hear her call for help. And while the frightened voice penetrated his ears, a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Wasting no time, he picked up a chair and forcefully bang it to the door.