The Unexpected Crush, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance)

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The Unexpected Crush, Book Two

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A
bout The Unexpected Crush
, Book Two

T
he waiting room
of the doctor’s office was large and airy, with eastern facing windows that let in the bright early morning sunlight. I still found the room oppressive as I huddled in a corner, last month’s
Cosmo
open in my lap. There was no way I could concentrate on any reading at all. I was too busy biting my nails and berating myself for what I had done a few nights before.

The last month had been one of the hardest I’d ever experienced in my entire life. Making it through medical school at the top of my class was a piece of cake compared to everything I’d had to deal with over the course of the last four weeks. I’d moved across the country to start an internship at St. Luke’s, a prestigious privately owned hospital on the coast of Oregon. I’d said goodbye to everyone and everything I knew and loved and had yet to establish any strong ties in my new state of residence.

During my first month on the job, I’d witnessed a fatality on the operating room table. The death had been upsetting but what followed made it so much worse. I’d then been forced to present the circumstances of that fatality at the hospital’s monthly Morbidity and Mortality conference. At the conference, I’d been interrogated by the CEO of the hospital — a young, cocky man by the name of Chase Donahue.

Later that same evening, Donahue had overheard me badmouthing him to my friend Carrie and had decided to punish me by giving me extra work. He had tasked me with examining previous cases of patient fatalities and/or possible patient mistreatment that had occurred at St. Luke’s over the previous few years.

As if that hadn’t made things stressful enough, I was also fighting a losing battle with my most basic desires when it came to Donahue, whose intense grey eyes and self-assured smile wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Anger and lust slowly built inside me over the course of the next few weeks, as I had had to work closely with the man.

I couldn’t explain my attraction to him, and it was clearly at attraction, not just lust. It had to do with his confidence, I guessed. And his ability — intended or not — to instill some of that confidence in me. Unlike many people in my life up till now, he seemed supportive of my goals of being the best doctor I could be. His attitude almost soothed me. But part of me also believed that he was just an asshole.

All that aside, a few days ago, things had finally come to a head, and I made the biggest mistake of my entire life.

I’d gotten slightly buzzed and gone to Donahue’s office late in the evening, having decided to tell the cocksure jackass off. Instead, I’d ended up having wild, passionate sex with him on top of the desk in his office. Even worse, we had done it without a condom. The memory of those actions was very nearly enough to bring me to tears as I waited to see a doctor.

“Kaia Davenport,” called a nurse, breaking me out of my thoughts. As if in a haze, I followed the nurse back towards the examination room.

“Is this your first time seeing Dr. James?” she asked with a smile as she checked my weight and my blood pressure.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m new in town. I’ve only been here for a just over a month.”

“Welcome,” she chirped with a smile, making notes on her clipboard. “What brings you to town?”

“I’m an intern here at St. Luke’s,” I replied, though I was a bit ashamed to divulge that fact when I was about to admit to having unprotected sex. I was supposed to be somebody who
knew
better.

“And what brings you in today?” she asked, as if reading my mind. “It says in your chart that you’ve already had a check-up this year.”

“Yeah…” I started. I looked down at my nails, holding back tears as I continued. “I had unprotected sex the other night.”

“Oh,” replied the nurse, though she didn’t let her smile falter. “Then it’s a good thing you’re here. Is this your first time having unprotected sex?”

“Yes,” I assured her — perhaps a little too vehemently.

“Okay,” she said as she scribbled more notes. “And how well did you know your partner?”

“Not very,” I admitted. “I mean… he is a coworker — of sorts. He wasn’t a complete stranger. He works for the hospital so he’s probably been tested recently.”

“Did you ask him about STIs?”

“No. I…” I didn’t really know how to tell her that I’d freaked out and ran away as soon as I’d realized what we had done.

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “We’re just going to draw some blood and run tests for STIs. Because this was such a recent occurrence, there is a chance you could test negative for infections you may have contracted, as you probably know, so we’ll need to see you back here in a few weeks for follow up tests, regardless of your test results today.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“And, according to your chart, you are not on any birth control, correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” I answered, still staring at my hands ashamedly.

“Well, then Dr. James should talk about your options for unwanted pregnancy as well.”

I nodded.

“You do know that at your weight, the Morning After Pill is really only about twenty percent effective.”

“What?” My head shooting up to meet her gaze.

“The doctor can prescribe the pill to you, but your BMI is a little high for the pill to be fully effective.”

“What are my other options?” I asked, trying not to panic.

“Well,” she began, “the best course of action for now is to wait and see if you are pregnant. When was your last period?”

“About a week and a half ago,” I replied.

“And are you pretty regular?”

I nodded again, unable to find words. I did know about the Morning After Pill, from my Ob/Gyn rotation back in med school, but I’d completely forgotten all about it.

“It will be a few weeks until a pregnancy would show up on a test,” she answered. “My advice to you is to wait until after your period is scheduled to start, then take a test. Pregnancy tests can be very inconclusive until about a week after your missed period. Even if you don’t miss your period, you should still get tested at that time. Often, periods occur in the first trimester of a pregnancy, so you want to be sure. At that point, all we can do is talk about your options.”

I smiled and thanked her, even though none of this was new information. I knew I wasn’t thinking straight. The doctor came in to see me after that, though she simply repeated the exact same information the nurse had just explained. I then waited patiently for a lab technician to arrive and draw my blood. I had yet to eat breakfast, and between having blood drawn and the revelations of the morning, I was feeling pretty queasy by the time I left the doctor’s office. Thankfully, today was my scheduled day off, so I was able to head home and crawl back into bed.

Curling up in my comforter, I finally allowed the tears to fall freely down my face. I felt like such a failure. The worst part of the entire scenario — at least in my opinion — was that the man I’d had unprotected sex with was such a manipulative asshole.

And even knowing full well that Donahue wasn’t worth my time or energy, and I had made the worse mistake of my life in allowing myself to have unprotected sex with him — I couldn’t stop thinking about the man. From the first moment I saw him smile, the night he overheard me in the bar, I had not been able to stop thinking about him.

I barely noticed that my tears had dried as I absentmindedly slipped one hand beneath the elastic of my sweatpants. I was already wet, just thinking about him — even in a negative light, so I slowly circled my throbbing clit as I fantasized about the man in question: his pale grey eyes that seemed to peer inside my soul; the cocky attitude and smug grin, which always suggested that he knew exactly what I was thinking when I looked at him; the way his swollen, dripping cock had felt and tasted against my tongue; the way he’d so easily lifted me onto his desk and pounded into me like his life depended on it. Allowing myself to let go of my troubles for a few minutes, I welcomed the pleasure that washed over me at the memories of what we had done.

I
was
in a much better mood by the time I showed up for my shift in the Emergency Room the following day. Much like my traumatic experience in the operating room last month, I had decided to put the memory of my indiscretion behind me. Well, I was going to put it
mostly
behind me. I still had to wait at least a couple of weeks before I would know for sure whether or not I was pregnant. And, if I happened to remember said indiscretion in the privacy of my own bedroom from time to time, I was simply making the most of a bad situation.

Unfortunately, my good mood was ruined in the early afternoon when I turned a corner and came face to face with the one person I wanted to see least in the world.

Chase Donahue stood in front of me, looking completely out of place in the Emergency Room, with his bespoke grey suit and perfectly styled dark hair. His pale grey eyes, somewhat brightened by the color of his suit, bore into mine with intensity as he took a hesitant step towards me. If I hadn’t known what a cocksure jackass the man was, I would think he looked nervous. But I knew there was no way that could be the case. The guy was immune to anxiety, or at least I was convinced he was.

“What do you want?” I snapped, ignoring the way my heartbeat sped up at the sight of his imposing form approaching me.

“We need to talk,” he replied in a tone that left no room for argument. There was the Chase Donahue that I knew and hated, confident and ready to boss everyone else around to get what he wanted. However, and perhaps I had only imagined it once again, I could also sense concealed vulnerability and urgency in his tone.

“I’m busy,” I replied, trying to turn and squeeze past him. He put a hand against the wall, barring my way.

“I’m sure that you can spare a few minutes,” he replied firmly. But there it was, that urgency in his voice again. Was he really nervous, talking to me?

I took a breath. The last thing I wanted to do at the moment, was talk to Donahue. But I knew we would have to have this conversation at some point, and it was better to get it over with now rather than delay it until it became even more awkward. Nodding, I led him into an empty exam room and closed the door.

Turning towards him, I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, waiting for him to speak. The same hesitant, unsure look flashed across his face for a split second. The expression made him look vulnerable and, though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, slightly adorable. This strong, powerful, handsome man
was
nervous with me. What was happening?

I closed my eyes and shook my head, attempting to rid myself of such thoughts.

“Well?” I said eventually, opening my eyes to glare at him. “I don’t have all day.”

“I know,” he said. “I just… I wanted to talk about what happened the other day.”

“Umm, I’d rather not.”

“I think we need to talk about it.”

“Look,” I began, “what happened the other night — it was the worst mistake of my life. I would like to pretend like it never happened. We can just go on like normal. Okay?”

For a briefest moment, Donahue’s entire face changed. He looked nearly crestfallen. I almost felt bad, but as quickly as it had appeared, the expression was gone — replaced by his usual confident grin.

“You didn’t seem to think it was such an awful experience at the time. In fact, the way you moaned and thrashed beneath me suggested something completely different.”

I sucked in a breath. Images of that night flashed across my mind, and I could feel my body responding. I was growing wet and could sense the fire building between my legs. I shook my head again, willing myself to forget it. Willing my traitorous body back under control.

I don’t want this,
I reminded myself.
I don’t want him!

“Look,” I said after I’d gained some composure, while trying to discuss that night with the most professional and detached wording possible. “We both know that the incident was a mistake. We don’t even like each other.” (
Or do we? Oh, stop it, Kaia!
) “And let’s not forget that you’re basically my boss. I will admit that in that moment, the feelings expressed and acts committed were mutual and consensual. But they were a mistake, and I would like to forget them. Don’t worry. I’m not going to sue for sexual harassment or anything.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” he replied, still smiling. “I just… I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. I wanted to make sure everything was taken care of — and assure you that I am clean.”

“Oh. Okay. Good,” I replied. “I got tested yesterday, but that takes a load off of my mind. If you’re sure.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he answered. “I have great health insurance.”

I tried to bring myself to laugh at his lame joke, but I just couldn’t any find humor in the situation. There were too many emotions warring inside me at the moment. I thought about telling Donahue that everything wasn’t quite taken care of — that the Morning After Pill wouldn’t work on me and there was no way to know if I was pregnant for another two-three weeks. But that would be pointless. Even if I were pregnant, there was no way I would be keeping the child. Telling him would only complicate matters.

“And I am too,” I said instead. “Clean, I mean. I’d been tested since my last… time. Before the other night, that is.”

“Good then,” he replied. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nope,” I agreed. “It will be like it never happened.”

“It never happened,” he repeated. The look in his eyes was now most definitely crestfallen.

“Then we’re done here,” I stated, moving towards the door, not sure what to think of his newfound vulnerability. “We never have to see each other again.” There was really no reason that I could think of that our paths might cross in the future.

“Except you’re still helping me review cases,” he replied, one eyebrow raised questioningly. “Surely you haven’t forgotten about it.”

“Surely you can’t think that’s still appropriate, after our indiscretion?”

“Thought we were pretending like it never happened?” he replied with a smirk. He had me there. If I were to refuse to continue helping him with his project, it could be seen as the opposite of pretending like nothing had happened.

“Fine,” I relented. “I’ll see you later this week.”

“Can’t wait,” he said with a wink as he opened the door and strode down the hall.

“Yeah. You’re totally not sleeping with Chase Donahue,” came the sniveling voice of Kyle from behind me.

I turned to see both Kyle and Julia sneering at me. Those two were the only other interns in the ER this year and they seemed to have both come to the conclusion that making my life a living hell was their main priority. I knew they were only jealous that I’d been chosen to help out in surgery, present a case at an M&M conference, and work closely on a special project with the CEO of the hospital — all within my first month at St. Luke’s.

I wanted to tell them that none of those events had turned out as planned and I would gladly hand off my extra duties working for Donahue if I thought for a moment that would be allowed. Instead, I rolled my eyes and turned away from them, not dignifying Kyle’s statement with an answer.

I knew, however, that I would probably need to brace myself for the rumors they were sure to propagate about me.