Mag-log inDaddy Doctor's Obsession: intro: When Maya Cheng went to the emergency room with a sprained ankle, she never expected to catch the attention of Dr. Sebastian Hunt, the hospital's most brilliant and intimidating surgeon. She definitely never expected him to decide she needed his constant medical supervision. For everything. Chapter 1: The Diagnosis Maya knew going to the emergency room for a sprained ankle was probably overkill, but her roommate had insisted. It was swollen, it hurt like hell, and she couldn't walk on it without wanting to cry. So here she was at St. Catherine's Hospital at eleven PM on a Friday night, surrounded by people with much emergencies while she sat there feeling ridiculous about her stupid ankle. The triage nurse had taken one look at her, asked if she could breathe and if her chest hurt, and when Maya said no to both, told her to take a seat. That had been two hours ago. Maya was seriously considering just hobbling home when a door opened and a doc
Chapter 10:Surrender:"Really? Because I was trying to kill your reputation.""I know. It was extremely attractive."Iris laughed, then kissed him again because she could. Because she wanted to. Because somewhere between being his captive and becoming his choice, she'd fallen for the man everyone thought was a monster but who was actually just a nerdy kid who'd never stopped trying to help his neighborhood."This is still a terrible idea," she said between kisses."The worst," he agreed, his hands sliding into her hair. "Want to see how much worse we can make it?""Absolutely."He pulled her closer. Tonight, she was going to enjoy being wanted by a man who'd seen all her flaws and wanted her anyway.Then his mouth was on hers once again, and the moment her lips parted on a soft gasp, something in Nathaniel snapped.He backed her against the heavy oak desk, hands sliding possessively into her hair, tilting her head exactly where he wanted it. The kiss turned hungry and demanding, his
Chapter 9: Taken by Choice: He was right, and they both knew it. Somewhere between the warehouse tours and the terrible jokes, something had shifted between them. She'd stopped seeing him as just a story and started seeing him as a person. An attractive, intelligent and frustrating person who made her laugh and made her think and made her want things she shouldn't want. "This is a bad idea," she said. "Probably the worst idea either of us has ever had." He pulled into his driveway and turned to face her fully. "But I stopped caring about that somewhere around day two." "Nathaniel—" "Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me you haven't been thinking about what it would be like if circumstances were different. If we'd met some other way." Iris couldn't tell him that, because it would be a lie. She had been thinking about it. Had caught herself watching his hands during breakfast and wondering what they'd feel like on her skin. Had noticed the way his shirts fit his shoulders and felt t
Chapter 8:A Dangerous Kind of Want:Day five started with another one of Nathaniel's obscenely early wake-up calls, except this time Iris was ready for him. She'd set her own alarm for five AM and was already dressed, caffeinated, and sitting in the breakfast room when he walked in.The look on his face was worth every minute of lost sleep."You're awake," he said, staring at her like she'd grown a second head."And dressed. And I've already had coffee. Which means I'm operating at full capacity to judge whatever boring business operation you're dragging me to today." Iris took a sip of her coffee with an exaggerated satisfaction. "I'm learning your patterns, Cross. You're not the only one who can be strategic.""I'm impressed and slightly concerned." He poured himself coffee and sat across from her. "Does this mean you're actually starting to enjoy our time together?""It means I'm tired of you having the satisfaction of seeing me look like a disaster every morning. This is purely a
Chapter 7:Cracks in the Villain:."Nathan?" Iris shook his hand, trying not to wince at his crushing grip."Marcus is the only person who gets away with calling me that," Nathaniel said."That's because I knew him when he was a scrawny kid trying to act tough in my neighborhood." Marcus grinned. "He once tried to join my gang. We turned him down because he was too much of a nerd.""I was fourteen and thought gangs were cool. We all make mistakes.""You wore glasses with tape on them and carried a briefcase to school. A fucking briefcase, at fourteen." Marcus laughed, a sound like rocks in a cement mixer. "The other kids called you 'Businessman' and you wore it like a badge of honor."Iris stared at Nathaniel, trying to imagine him as a nerdy teenager with taped glasses. "Really?""Marcus is exaggerating.""I absolutely am not. You had a day planner. You scheduled your homework like it was a business meeting." Marcus turned to Iris. "This man tried to negotiate with gang members usi
Chapter 6:Day Three Under His Watch:Day three of Iris's captivity started with what she was beginning to think of as the worst possible wake-up call. Nathaniel Cross was standing in her doorway at six in the morning, already dressed and looking stupidly handsome, holding a coffee cup like he was in some kind of breakfast commercial."Rise and shine, Miss Morgan. We have a full day ahead."Iris pulled the pillow over her head. "I hate you.""You say that now, but wait until you've had coffee. I'm much more tolerant of caffeine.""I'm never caffeinated enough to tolerate you at six AM.""It's six thirty, actually. You slept in." He walked over and pulled the pillow off her face. "Come on. We're going to visit one of my warehouses today.""A warehouse. How thrilling. I can barely contain my excitement.""That's the spirit. Breakfast in twenty minutes. Don't make me send Helen to drag you out of bed."After he left, Iris seriously considered just staying in bed out of spite. But her jou







