Chapter 13

Aisha's POV I got slapped. My cheek still stung as I stood there, my fists clenched. The heat of the impact had barely faded when Simon spoke. "She's my sister," he explained, his voice calm yet firm. I didn't care. That didn't excuse it. His sister or not, Emma had no right to hit me. I wasn't the reason Simon was injured, yet she had stormed in, full of assumptions, and struck me like I was some villain. I turned on my heel. "I'm leaving." He caught my wrist before I could take another step. "Wait—" And then it happened. The sheet wrapped around his waist loosened—then fell. Time stopped. As a doctor, I'd seen countless men without clothes before. This should be nothing. It was not nothing. Simon was breathtaking. Broad, muscular shoulders. Chiseled pecs. A sculpted abdomen that looked like it was carved from stone. And lower… Oh. Oh. I felt my face burn as I caught a glimpse of something huge, something I had never seen before, on any man. His brows lifted in amusement, a smirk twit