Chapter 1

My husband is perfect in every way, except for one thing. He is absolutely useless in bed.

My best friend recommended a specialized holistic clinic that focuses on women's health.

I thought I was going for a check-up. But once I got there, I realized the doctors weren't actually doctors. They were something else entirely!

1

My husband is a great man, but our sex life is non-existent.

I have been married to him for three years. For three years, I have lived like a nun, never experiencing the pleasure a woman deserves.

Lately, I couldn't take it anymore. The hunger inside me was becoming unbearable.

I finally confessed my frustration to my best friend, Lydia.

"You are a normal woman with normal needs," Lydia said. "Nobody can live like a nun forever. If your husband can't perform, you should just divorce him."

She handed me a business card for a wellness center. "At our age, a lack of intimacy messes with your hormones. Look at you. Your skin is dull and you're breaking out. Go to this specialist and get your body back in balance first."

I nodded, feeling a spark of hope.

The next day, I arrived at the place Lydia recommended. It was called the Goddess Wellness and Recovery Center.

The moment I stepped inside, I was stunned.

The staff members were all incredibly attractive.

The women, whether they were nurses or receptionists, wore tight crop tops and micro-skirts. They all had legs that went on for days.

The men were all over six feet tall. Their shirts were unbuttoned to reveal sexy collarbones and muscular builds. They looked more like fitness models than medical staff.

I stared at them, feeling a bit lightheaded. My legs felt weak, and I could feel a familiar ache deep inside me.

A tall male nurse walked over with a charming smile. "Hello, ma'am. Do you have an appointment with a specific doctor?"

"I'm looking for Dr. Dante," I stammered.

"Right this way, please."

He led me to a private consultation room in the back. It was very secluded. I never would have found it on my own.

I pushed the door open and saw Dante.

He had thick brows, eyes that sparkled like stars, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall and looked incredibly powerful.

Every man in this building was handsome, but he was on a different level.

Doctors are usually highly educated and wealthy. This man was rich, handsome, and had a body like a god.

He was the perfect man.

I whispered to myself, "Why isn't a man like this my husband?" Every move he made radiated raw masculinity. If I were married to him, I would probably be the happiest woman alive.

I was so deprived that I couldn't stop thinking about sex the moment I saw a hot guy. I was truly going crazy.

"Hello, beautiful. Tell me about your symptoms," Dante said. He motioned for me to sit down.

I sat across from him and looked down. "I've been moody and I can't sleep. My skin is dull, I have acne, and my cycle is irregular. I was hoping for some medicine."

"Let me check your pulse first."

He reached out and placed two fingers on my wrist.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"What's so funny?" I asked, curious.

Dante looked at me. "You're uncomfortable, but you aren't actually sick."

I knew that. I was just starved for affection, and it was taking a toll on my body.

But I couldn't just say that. "If I'm not sick, then what is it?" I asked, playing dumb.

Dante gave me a knowing look. "It has been a long time since you've tasted a man, hasn't it?"

I was shocked. His intuition was incredible.

I felt my face heat up. I lowered my head and said nothing.

My silence was my confession.

"Even the great philosophers said that food and sex are basic human instincts," he continued. "If your body isn't nourished, things start to go wrong."

I was dying of embarrassment. "Can... can it be fixed?"

Dante laughed with total confidence. "Of course. This is a simple issue for me. I specialize in this kind of treatment. One dose of my medicine, and you'll be good as new."

Seeing his confidence made me feel relieved.

He stood up and opened a small door on the side. "Before I prescribe anything, I need to do a detailed physical exam. Please follow me into the treatment room."

I walked in and froze.

The room looked like a luxury hotel suite with a king-sized bed.

I couldn't tell if this was a clinic or a secret club.

"Is this... the exam room?" I pointed at the bed, looking at Dante in confusion.

"Certainly," he replied.

Dante pointed to the machines near the bed. "See? The room is filled with medical equipment. Why would I have all this gear if it wasn't a clinic?"

His explanation made sense, I suppose.

"I've just never seen an exam room with such a big bed," I admitted.

"This is a private facility," Dante explained. "We focus on high-end service. The bed is large so patients can be as comfortable as possible. If you're happy, you'll come back, and we make money."

That calmed my nerves. I took off my shoes and lay down on the bed.

Dante spoke up. "It's a bit stuffy in here. I'm going to take off my coat so I can work more effectively."

Then, he slipped out of his white coat.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.