ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO PRODIGY PICTURES AND LOST GIRL.

FIFTY SHADES OF DENNIS PAIRING: BO/LAUREN RATED: M AU/FANTASY

LPOV

THE day has been a real heitic for Lauren; fifty Fae and nearly twenty human patients. Yes, she has counted them, out of boredom of if being the Light's Chief Medical Officer, she has to ponder through the clinic even for mere checkups rather than sitting in her cool air-conditioned executive office. All because of the one simple, yet conniving reason - she's a pathetic HUMAN.

She slumps her lithe body over the leather couch of her office, the luxarious, rich, softness of the couch letting her tierd body relax a bit. Surely, the Ash has provided her an Ivy-league office for her own, but she hardly gets any moment to enjoy it's luxaries. Her heavy duty downstairs in the clinic is what always keeps her busy. And the duties couldn't be bunked, for, what can a Ward of the Ash can expect other than pleasing the Master so that they might not get thrown in the dungeons for a week as a punishment? For Lauren, it has been worse. Besides physical torture, she has not been spared. The slimy git in the name of the Ash(Lochlyn) has forced his dirty self on Lauren. There are nights when he calls her in his penthouse, devouring her beautiful self, using her immensly. Not that Lauren complains though, for she has neither the energy nor the courage to protest. Also, she's lonely, nobody cares the pathetic human doctor, all alone in the Fae world. Ever since she had disovered the syrum recovering a Fae village in Congo, she was captured by this mysterious race, forced in servitude, forced to watch helplessly as her girlfriend Nadia being killed in a slow & poisonous death, and much more. Ever since then, she had shut down her own self. The only thing that has till now letting her survive is her cold, clinical & professional demeanor. Contless Fae has approached her, but she has been successful declining them. In their eyes, she's just a feed, an object to play for. But she has to survive, may be for an unknown reason which she doesn't know ...

Lauren let's her thoughts drift away, and starts to get up to head home. She checks her watch, 5.24 pm. Though her body is desperately screaming for rest, her mind is alerting her to check the paperwork laid on her desk. She sighs heavily.

"It's ok, Dr Lewis. I'll manage it'' Lauren snaps her head to the direction of the voice, to find her assistant Samuel standing on the door with a smile. Among the few Fae who admires and care for her, he's one of them. Looks like he has clearly guessed what's going on his boss' mind. She smiles back to him "You don't have to, Sam. It's just a few, I'll survive"

"I know what that few means. But honestly, Doctor. You look like a walking zombie. Might get some rest?", he chimes out in gentle humor entering her office. Lauren lets out a giggle.

"You are right. I do look like a walking zombie. But, are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to be left alone to check for the massive amount of checklist to sort wiith"

"Trust me, I can handle. But you really, really need some rest. "

"Uh, thanks Sam. I can't even imagine what I'ld do without you."

"Mop around like a mooning wolf?" Both of them laugh in union. Sam's humor has always helped Lauren feel much relaxed during her heitic schedule. The Elf is really a good guy.

Lauren grabs her purse and jacket to head out finally. Upon reaching the door, she turns back to him. "Sam ?"

"Huh ?"

"Thank you, again", she speaks out softly in sincere gratitude, flashing a sweet smile. The man blushes.

"You're always wlcome, Doctor", the Elf speaks out with a smile. She returns him another smile, and waves her hand, finally heading out. Both she and him know that he has a crush on her. They also know very well that she's the Ash's ward. But that doesn't mean they can't be friends.

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Lauren can see in the rear-view mirror the heitic schedule has made her so tierd, that she has gained some dark circles around her eyes. These past couple of days has been very tiring. A Fae flu has broken out in the Light territory, and the patients are not reducing any number. But finally, today she has finished the last line pf patients, as yesterday the flu has miracally disappeared. She can get a drink, her mind insists. After all, it has been a week she's gone for a drink to a bar. So she turns her car. Reaching her destination, she parks her BMW near the Dahl Riata, a Fae bar and a sanctuary for both the Light & the Dark.

The bar is not so crowded, as it's Tuseday. She makes her way to the counter. The familiar sight of an old bartender she can witness. Upon seeing her, the old man gives a hearty smile. Fitzpatrick McCorrigan a.k.a, Trick is an ancient Fae, almost 6000 years. Many doesn't recognise him, the Blood King. Since the great Fae War had ended many many years ago, he decided to live a peaceful life. So he built the Dahl as a place of sanctuary for all Fae, also his home. Though his wealth is immense, but a noble man like him chosed to live a simple life, and use his wealth for the welfare of being. Out there in many corners of the world, he holds many charity funds, auctions and a few orphanages. The Light Fae Hospital is also built by his contribution. The Fae has always been harsh towards Lauren, but Trick always helps her as much as possible, never underestimating her as mere human.

"Lauren! How have you been?"

"Hello, Trick. Actually I've been very busy for these past couple of weeks. You know, the Fae flu taking over", she replies tierdly.

Trick nods in approval. "Yes, I'm aware of that. And once again, it has been proved that how much the Fae owe you, Lauren. Thank you, thank you very much! ", he exclaims in pride and honesty holding both of Lauren's hands. Lauren can feel her joy wash over. Not all Fae are bad.

"It's just my duty, Trick. I took the Hypocratic Oath afterall" Her smile wide and eyes shining. Trick pats her shoulder enthusiastly.

"So, what can I get for the lovely Doctor ?" Lauren smiles shyly.

"A glass of chilled white wine would be fine, thank you"

"Coming right up!" And with that, he busies himself. Meanwhile, Lauren scans the bar. A few hybrids are playing pools, and some Dark Faes are dancing. She sighs. Life would've been so easy if she were a Fae. But, that is impossible. Trick's calling her name for the wine breaks her thoughts. She drowns herself with the fine liquid, relishing the feel of smoothness flowing down her.

"So, how's been the in the clinic today? I heard today has been your last line of patients infected by the flu ?", asks Trick while polishing glasses.

"Yes, you heard right. But I'm not sure if the epidemic is yet to be over or not. Though, I've been observing since I came here five years ago that this flu breaks down at this time of every year." A frown marring over her beautiful face.

"Hmm. That you are right. This is just a common flu, nothing to worry about. It's like a common rainy season flu for you humans", smiles the bartender.

"Ohh.. Than I better thank God, because I can't handle anymore of dozens of Faes", her tierdness evident from her voice.

"Uh, okay ...", replies Trick in an unusual voice. Lauren can somehow feel he's hiding something. She wants to be sure if he's displeased with her or something else.

"What happened, Trick ? Did I say something wrong ?", she asks, concern in her voice.

"No no ! You've done nothing, Lauren. Everything's fine"

"But I think there's something else then?"

"Uh, well, it's umm .. "

"You know you can trust me"

"Well, actually it's my granddaughter. She's, um, been affected by the flu. So I thought I'ld request you to check her by. Since you're worn out, I'll prefer you take a break. So, I'm not disturbing you" Lauren has to laugh inwardly. Trick even seems to get nervous asking small favours. She respects him way beyond other Faes,she never wants to say no to any of his requests.

"Trick, sometimes I wonder how so you get nervous to ask small things. Of course I'll do it, and she's your grandchild. That'll be like an honour."

"You know you don't have to. She'll get recovered within a week with the potion I shall make for her. But you should take some relaxing time for your own self, Lauren"

"But I do want to, and it's just a physical examination. Besides I may get to see a anew species"Trick has always been fond of her curiosity and thurst for knowledge. He smiles, "Well then, it's setteled. Thank you, Doctor."

"No problem" she smiles back. Just then, her phone goes off. A message from the Ash. Froe2ning, she opens the message. X Laueren. At the penthouse. 7.15 pm. Don't be late X Her eyes go wide. She knows very well what's going to happen. Normally, she would have gone easily, coz she doesn't have any choice. But today she's really tierd. She's not sure she can handle him.

Trick can notice Lauren's bothering. "What happened, Lauren ?"

"Nothing, uh, just some task pending. I'll have to return to the compound.", she says with a nervous voice. But that doesn't go unnoticed by the Blood king.

"A few moments ago it was my issue being opening up to you. But it seems now you're hiding something. Come on, Lauren. Trust should not be one-sided", he reassures the blonde. she nods her head in agreement.

"It's the Ash. He wants my, uh, company tonight.", she almost whispers. Trick stares her for a knows Lochlyn's obesession and other things he does to Lauren, or rather forces her in them. But what surprises him mostly that she never protests or declines, though she's not keen to want it. A thought comes in his mind. May be he can give her something to re-energize her.

"Come with me"

"Where ?", asks the blonde curiously.

"To the study. Let me show you something" She simply follows him confused. Upon reaching the room, she pulls a wooden stool to sit. Trick's study is neat and clean, despite of having a rusty, old charm of it's own.

The Blood King comes out from the small spare room attached with the study. In his hand a goblet of drink and a little jar. The jar is filled with a liquid of silvery red colour. carefully, he drops a few drops of the liquid on the drink. He then extends his hand to the blonde offering it. Lauren is really confused now.

"What's it ?"

"A simple drink, red wine. But what's the real deal is, as you can see, I've dropped some drops of this liquid" He holds up the jar.

"What is this liquid ?"

"Unicorn blood. To energize your stamina", he finishes with a grin.

"Oh my !", Lauren gushes out in utter surprise. "Where did you get this ? Unicorns are very rare to find. The last one was seen in New Orleans a decade ago"

"A good friend of mine, a werewolf, gave it to me. His pack was once hunting in the jungles of Rhode Island, and found a unicorn freshly dead. The reason of it's death was unkown. So he extracted its blood and kept its dry carcass as a mummy"

Lauren takes the jar from him and observes carefully. The liquid is thick, and the silvery hue on dark red makes it appear like molten platinum. She then again hands over him the jar after finishing her observation. She had heard that unicorn blood can not only give energy, but also is capable of doing many miracles. So they were hunted down by the many Faes in greed, and finally have come upon in the verge of extinction.

"Drink now, Doctor", orders Trick softly. The blonde nods and with a few gulps, she finishes the drink. Within some moments, she can feel a surge of energy coursing through her veins. Her pale face gets a faint pink glow, the dark circles forming around her eyes slowly vanish. Trick smiles seeing her change.

"How do you feel now ?"

"Much much better. Thank you so much, once again, Trick", her voice also find the energy to talk with confidence. The old amn smiles back in reassurance. She grabs her bag to stand up. "I gotta go now. The Ash isn't fond of being late", she says with a sad smile. He nods his head.

Lauren walks towards the door to come out of the club. The evening's gotta be chilly ...

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Lauren parks her car near the huge penthouse at the middle of the light compound. She straightens her dress underneath the trench coat and locks her car. The elevator door opens and she enters inside, punching the Ash's floor number. As the elevator rises slowly, she checks herself in the reflection of the walls. Everything's seem to be more or less okay. Her flowy blonde tresses elegantly rest over her shoulders, her less makeup enough to accurate her beautiful face. Her dark grey dress smooth and fitting her thin yet curvy body. Her pumps okay to give her a couple of inches adding to her impressive 5'6" height. She always uses wisely of the dresses and other accsessories the Ash gives her, mostly for the purpose of being presented herself well in one of these nights.

The elevator door opens and as usual, she sees the Ash's secretary standing near the foyer and waiting for her. She walks to him and lets him take her coat. She gives him her purse and phone and waits for him to lock these inside a small vault. She can feel his filthy eyes roaming over her body, but dare not say anything, thanks to Eros. He wouldn't have dared, if he thinks of tongue not to be latched out by an angry Light leader.

He asks her to follow him. He opens the door of the dining room, and she comes with the sight of the handsome bastard in a sharp charcoal suit leaning on a dining chair, infront of him a whole course of dinner with candles lit. He gets up from his seat and waves off the secretary. After the man closes the door and dismisses himself, the Ash approaches her with a smug smile. He takes her hand and kisses it. "By heavens. You look so gorgeous, Lauren"

"Th-thank you, sir", she nervously replies. He is very aware of her last heitic schedule because of the flu, and knows how tierd she's supposed to be, watching her over the CCTV camera. But his greed never overcomes, not caring if she would be able to handle or not. Though, he's not as that much hard as the previous Ash, hence having the kindness to arrange dinner. He always does have a partial kindness for Lauren, and that's why she doesn't feel that much disgusted over their physical relationship, or rather arrangement.

He leads her to the table and pulls out the rich leather chair for her to sit. Being such a gentleman. She gets angry a bit. Because she knows that behind his charming nature and handsomeness, there's still a bastard. His kindness for her is only for her body, nothing else.

"I guess you have not had any lunch. So I decided to have dinner with my lovely doctor", he finishes with a cocky smile. She just nods her head like an obedient girl. He then pours the wine on glasses. "So, shall we start then ?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you", she replies with a alow voice earning an encouraging smile from him. That's how usually he likes her, less talking and more doing. They eat the dinner in a comfortable silence, though she can feel his eyes burning on her over moments. Soon after finishing the dinner, they sat for the desert. The taste of the desert is releshing, Lauren just losts herself savouring it. But she's unware of how much it's taking Lochlyn not to jump on her. The way her tongue takes the spoon, the way her mouth twiches, the way she bites her lips closing her eyes. Those lips, oh God mercy, he thinks to himself. His cock is already hard like an iron rod, thinking of how her mouth feels wrapped around it. But tonight he can't have those kinky ideas he has for her. Because the Blood King has earlier called him and asked him to dismiss her early, so that she can have some rest and tomorrow can give a good check up to his granddaughter. He is bound to obey that order. Presently in limelight or not, a Blood King is always a Blood King, still feared by many.

Hence, as soon as the blonde finishes her desert, Lochlyn pulls her face crashing their lips in a bruising kiss. He kisses her hungrily, and the need to be inside her right there drives him crazy. With a single pull on the table cloth, all the expensive materials fall on the floor with loud clang to make room. He gets up lifts her up on the table. Not wasting any time, he drags her heels out of her feet and opens the zip of the dress on her back. She in reflex moves her hands up so that he can pull the dress out over her head. His eyes get to see the beauty beneath the dress, only covered with a lacy bra & panties. He lunges himself to her lips, as his hands go south of her, ripping those panties off. Then he kisses down her body to find a heavenly sight of her pussy in her all beauty. Unable to resist any more, he jumps to devour it. Lauren leaps out a gasp as his tongue finds her clit, circling, teasing, sucking it while his hands massage her full breasts. She can feel her wetness come over.

She hates to admit it, but the Naga has been a good lover. He is skilled and having many experiences with a number of women, he knows how to play with ther body, how to make them want him. Especially, he's got an impressive thickness & length, giving him the confidence. So here is Lauren, whimpering and gasping in pleasure as his tongue does magic to her. Soon she feels her orgasm building, but to her dissapointment, he stops. She lets out a low growl in frustration. He chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt after peeling off his jacket in a fluid motion. He zips open his pants to fall around his hips and his big cock springs out proudly. With a single thurst, he's inside her. He then starts to move with a slow rhythm. Soon Lauren adjusts herself. As he moves, she feels the urge to move fast. Her legs immediately wraps around his waist trapping him & urging him to go faster. So he sets a fast rhythm, pounding inside her hard. His mouth find her long elegant neck, kissing and sucking over her pulse point. She cling over his body, wrapping her hands around his broad muscular shoulder. Their bodies starting to sweat in frenzy, his hard abs rubbing against her soft front. The table shakes violently in their movement, creaking and protesting. Soon he can feel her walls tightening around him, which encourages him to go faster. Unble to take anymore, she wraps her legs around him tightly gasping out air as her orgasm crashes over, her hands scratching his back and leaving half moon marks. Her pool of wetness surging around him is enough for him to reach his climax. With one final thurst, he spills all inside her, growling in ecsaty. Their bodies gasping for air. He then kisses softly on her jaws. "Dear God, Lauren. If you were Fae, I would've married you ages ago", he whispers against her lips, still staying inside her and pulling her small form tightly against his large frame.

Lauren shivers on his confession. He wants to marry her. But then, it comes back to the ugly fact that she's a human . Great. Just another form of his persuation to give herself more willingly to him. She's tierd of the Fae lying her, enthralling her to oblivion. That is how you get treated when you're supposed to be a lonely human in Fae world. Her thoughta are interrupted as he slowly pulls out of her. She prepares to get ready for another round as her hand goes to unclasp her bra, just then Lochlyn's hand stops her to do so. She looks at him in surprise.

"Hate to say, but the Blood King has requested your presence tomorrow. He insists your service for Bo, to check over her regarding the flu. Hence you should get back to home now so that you can have enough rest. You should be presentable, as the Ward of mine.", he finishes with a sotic face. Clearly he's not happy with the idea of her leaving so early or the fact that the Blood King's grandchild is someone who can't be trusted when it comes to very gorgeous beings, especially if they are blonde and older in case of women. But mentally prays assuring himself that Lauren's not her type because she's not skilled nor is much older, just for a year or two maybe. And, she's his ward, after all.

On the other hand, Lauren makes a mental note to thank Trick. The old man has saved her twice today. She really owes him. She politely nods at her master and gets herself dressed doesn't know much of Trick's grandchild.

Isabeau 'Bo Dennis' McCorrigan. Or, Bo Dennis, one can say. No one knows why she uses this name, her official name Isabeau sounds so better and beautiful. Not only is her name, she herself is someone who, the Fae is not much knowledgeable of. It's just known that she was found by Trick when she was 16, and came to discover herself as a Fae. Till then, she was raised by her human foster parents. The Fae still ahve no idea who they are, where they are from. Since then, she stayed with Trick, graduated from Havard with some fancy degree in architect engineering, started a company of P.I agencies exapanding her buisness to become a self-made billionaire at the age of 25 both in human and Fae , turns out as the youngest billioaire heiress of Canada, not to mention the brooding playgirl in terms of the papparazzi, the most eligible bachalorette. In the Fae world, she's equally devil. Lauren doesn't know about her much, not that she doesn't want to, but she's always been busy.

"Excuse me, sir", she says softly,"I don't know much about Ms Dennis" She wants to go prepared tomorrow so that she doesn't have to be embaressed for any lackings. She could've ask her what kind of Fae she is, in the sense of science, but that would be rude .

Lochlyn frowns at Lauren's statement. "She's a succubus. A baby Fae, 27 years old" He can see through the corner of his eyes her nervousness., but nods not showing any sign of it.

"As you know what kind she is and how her kind is, you must be careful. She's also powerful, being a baby Fae. Besides, I don't want her eyes on the Ash's ward", he mocks out in dislike on the idea of Bo's eyes on Lauren, while buttoning up his shirt. The Doctor has to laugh inward on her boss' insecurity.

"Okay, sir. I'll br careful. Thank you"

"Hmm. You should be", he commands in a deep voice. She nods in obedience.

"So, am I allowed to be dismissed, Sir ?", she asks hopefully in a low voice.

"Sadly, yes. But, ", he replies in a manly voice, " I'm not done with you, Doctor. At. All" He then takes her face and kisses her sloppyly. Pulling away, he stares at her hazel orbs whisperin, "You're irresistable, can't get enough"

She nods her head nervously as he pulls away from her. "Good night, Sir", she bows herself low and he waves his hand to approve her dismissal. Getting the signal, she turns away to come out as fast she can. As long as she's near Lochlyn, her mind is nervous almost every minute. His dominance overpowering her.

Not soon as she has reached her apartment, she showers to clean herself, washing all the remnants of earlier activities. After her long, hot shower, she changes into some comfortable sweats and takes the Fae contraceptive pills. Lochlyn is supposed not be liking the idea of having his spawn with some lowly human, especially his Chattel. Neither he has the audacity to wear a condom for protection, so she's to do all by herself. Sometimes, the side-effects of those horrendous pills are twice the normal human contraceptive pills, making her nauseous & giving her terrible headches. But really, who cares.

Not thinking anymore over her ugly fate, she busies herself inside the pile of soft comforters, letting her tierd self drift in a deep sleep.

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Lauren stares in the mirror to check herself for the last time, before heading to Bo Dennis's penthouse. Grey pencil skirt slightly above knee with a peach half-sleeved blouse. CHECK. Dark blonde tresses in a messy bun. CHECK. Face, okay, she thinks. CHECK. Pumps. CHECK. Looks like everything is somewhat okay. She's more or less presentable to meet a hot-shot billionaire, she thinks. Grabbing her medical bag, purse, coat and car keys, heads out of the door.

Trick has messaged her the time earlier in the morning. The day is a bit cloudy, but she ignores to take an umbrella with her since she'll be travelling with car. She puts on the jacket and enters the car. She's going to do a checkup, but that doesn't mean she needs to put her lab coat on. Besides, that would be not so much presentable while meeting a billionaire.

The traffic is busy as usual, but thanks to heaven, she's not that late. Upon reaching, she parks her car in personal parking lot of Dennis Enterprise. Locking the car, she takes a huge breath and heads toward the big skyscrapper. Huge letters written 'DENNIS HOUSE' above the entrance welcomes. Holy shit. It's just the woman's office for here in Vancouver, imagine how much of such high-end offices she owns, Lauren thinks. But then, she curses herself for her stupidity. Of course, she does. She's a gazillionaire for crying out loud, you idiot !

"Dr. Lewis ?" Lauren's thoughts are interrupted when a man with a sharp grey suit calls out her name. Must be Dennis's employee.

"Yes ?", she replies in a nervous voice.

"I'm Seth. Please follow me, Ma'am. I'll be leading you to Miss Dennis's floor" She nods in approval and follows suit. They enter the elevator and he presses for th 13th floor. The whole journey is in silence. The man doesn't have any interest to talk to her, his appearance really serious & professional. She wonders if he's Fae or not. The elevator door opens and he leads her to a massive foyer. There's a large desk, behind it a beautiful brunette sitting and typing in a computer. Another lovely brunette approaches them and greets with a polite smile.

"Good morning. I'm Dorothy. You ,must be Dr. Lewis", she adresses Lauren and extends her hand. Lauren nods in approval and returns the handshake with a polite smile. "Please have a seat. Miss Dennis will be available shortly", she replies and guides her to the large couch. She approaches and sits, the rich material feeling softly on her weight. Seth and Dorothy engage in a short conversation. After a while, he approaches to Lauren.

"Dr. Lewis, I leave here. Dorothy will lead you to Miss Dennis shortly. Please feel free to ask anything you need to Alice over there", he speaks out pointing to the brunette sitting behind the desk, who smiles politely in return.

"Sure. Thank you", replies she. He nods and extens his hand. She shakes the hand politely

"The pleasure is ours. Have a good day, Ma'am"

"You too, Seth" And with that, he takes his leave.

Everything falls in a comfortable silence as Seth takes his leave. Lauren busies herself to observe the interiors of the large room. The walls are adorned with rich grey marbles, while the floor must be of some expensive granites. The pillars are strong and of marbles as well. There's a large flower vase grazed on the left of the large desk. A few rich, yet dark-themed canvases are ornamented on the walls. In front of her is a large sized marble table of medium height. A large full window of glass on the right side of the room gives the immaculate view of the busy city. Everything here screams of power and pristinness.

Another never seen before brunette approaches her with equally polite smile from nowhere. What's with the brunettes ? "Would like to have anything, Ma'am ? Tea, coffee, or wine ?", she asks with a smooth professional voice.

"A glass of water would be fine, thank you", Lauren replies. She nods with a smile and goes away. Even their dress suits seem to be thrice the clothes that Lochlyn provides her with. Clean, crisp and pristine, just as how the employers of a rich enterprenuress should be. The woman appears with a neat glass of water. Lauren takes it thanking her. The coolness of water relishes her throat, calming an unknown she has been bearing since arriving here. After she has finished, the brunette takes the glass from her and requests her dismissal. Lauren nods in approval. She wonders how long she has to wait, though it has only been 7 minutes roughly since she arrived. She checks her watch, 11.04 am.

The door opens and a couple of men & women come out. Must have been a meeting. As she watches them, her phone rings. The screen shows her assisstant Sam's caller ID. She picks up with a smile.

"Hello ?"

"Hey, Sam. What's up ? Is everything all right over there ?"

"Chill, Doc. Everything's fine. I called to inform you a Light Elder has asked for you, he needs you to check over his son. I said that I'ld inform him your time. So which date can I give ?"

"Uh, okay. I think you can give him Thursday's time. That would be ok, since I get two days to see after the flu reports."

"Sure, Doctor. I'll let him know"

"Thanks, Sam."

"No, problem."

"I'll come over by the lab later after I finish here."

"Okay, Dr. Lewis. See you later"

"Same to you, Sam. Bye" She hangs up the phone. She wonders who was the Elder. Just then Dorothy comes appears.

"Dr. Lewis, Miss Dennis will see you now.", she announces. Lauren grabs her medical bag and stethoscope. Dorothy helps her to remove her jacket, and proceeds to take her purse & phone, handing them over to the brunette who earlier gave her water. Lauren smooths her skirt & blouse once more, as the brunette leads her to a large shining metallic sleek door. Okay, here goes nothing.

She enters through the door to come inside a huge office room. A large mahogany desk in far middle, while a set of plush chairs over it, the other side having another chair for the boss. A large dark brown couch in the further corner of the room. The walls of the room have a dark theme, with shining black marble. But what, or whom her eyes land on makes the oxygen escape her lungs.

A tall lady, with long gorgeous brunette tresses pinned in sides and open, stands by the large glass wall, looking above the cloudy sky, arms folded against her chest. Her body comprises of sinfully luscious curves, with full hips and behind. Her bust fuller and more bustier. Those tight navy slacks make her lower body looks so sexy that forces the blonde bite her lips, the cream-coloured blouse unbuttoned on top must be to give a teasing view of her delicious chest, and sleeves folded on elbows enough to show her strong arms. Her very beautiful face looking towards the sky, brooding over an unknown sadness. To Lauren's poor eyes, she has felt as the most beautiful, hottest and attractive woman on this palnet, forcing her to wonder whether the woman herself is Venus & Persephone's love child. Like a Greek Goddess. Just like a marble statue, while the faint light rays reflect her face, dipping within the angles of her face.

She stands there, mesmerized by the brunette's beauty, and doesn't even notice her stethoscope slipping from her right hand. But the sound of the thing falling with a thud breaks the brunette's gazing towards the sky, and forces her to look in the direction of the source. Chocolate brown orbs meet hazel eyes. The world stops for a moment.

Oh my, Bo Dennis. What have you done to me ...

GUYS, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME. SO PLEASE BE HONEST. I'M FASCINATED BY DOCCUBUS, AND IT'S MY TOP SHIP. I TOOK THE STORYLINE FROM EL JAMES'S THAT NOVEL TO GIVE THE LOVE STORY A DIFFERENT DIMENSION, REFLECTING BO'S DARK AS WELL AS FUTURE-LIGHT. PLEASE REVIEW, AND LET YOUR OPINIONS KNOW ME.

AS FOR THE OTHER SIDE, I'M GONNA LET YOU KNOW ALL THAT NEGATIVE REVIEWS ARE WELCOMED. I'VE READ MANY LG FFS AND NOTICED THAT MANY READERS DISCOURAGE NEGATIVE REVIEWS. BUT THIS IS NOT APPROPRIATE, AS IT HELPS OUR MISTAKES TO BE CORRECTED. BESIDES, THERE'S CLEARLY WRITTEN IN THE FF TERMS&CONDITIONS THAT THE WRITERS SHOULD NEVER CALL AGAINST ANY NEGATIVE REVIEW TO THE READERS WHO HAVE COMMENTED THEM.

AND, FOR THE LOCHLYN THING, I SINCERELY APPOLOGISE IF IT'S DISTASTEFUL. BUT THAT HAS TO BE WRITTEN TO SHOW LAUREN'S PLACE IN THE FAE WORLD. BUT IT'LL CHANGE, I PROMISE. AND PLEASE KEEP PATIENCE, WE'LL SOON HAVE BOLO.. :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH, GUYS.

xTheAgni