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ATHENA “Hi,” Alex says, his deep voice a low whisper.I ignore him.Instead, I turn to Luca, narrowing my eyes.“Call me Mrs. King one more time,” I say through gritted teeth, “and I’ll burn your house to the ground.”Luca smirks like he’s actually amused. I make a mental note to knock that smile off his face one day.Payback's a bitch. That's for sure.Then I shift back to Alex still standing before me, with his hand extended.He is wearing a black and white tuxedo with his blond hair combed to perfection.His cologne wraps around me but I maintain a straight face. I'll never admit how much I like his scent. I don’t take his hand.Instead, I step out on my own with my head held high, they wanted me here, fine.They've got me.I walk inside without glancing back knowing I'm turning heads as I feel a particular heated gaze on my back. My body isn’t runway-thin, and it never will be. I’ve got curves and hips and an ass that made middle school hell. I spent years wishing I looked lik
ATHENA “I don't believe that shit for a second!” Isabelle holds her hip as she watches me brush my hair.“You look beautiful with your hair down.” A certain voice I shouldn't have in my head whispers, making my heart clench.“Not everything has to do with Alex, Izzy. I won a prize and took it.” I watch her through the mirror.She straightens and walks towards me. Still in scrubs and looking tired as hell. “You should rest.” “Nope. I have to see your dress and see your full look. Otherwise, I'll have a sleepless night.” She walks to the bag where the dress is.Noticing how silent it has been, I turn and find Isabelle standing with her mouth half open.“You don't like it?” I bite my lip.The women kept on recommending it to me, and I ended up convinced. “Girl, how much was this dress? I have no words for it. It's so gorgeous.” She carefully places it on the bed like she's holding something fragile.Then she takes her phone to take a picture of the dress. “What are you doing?” I la
ATHENA “What?” I gasp. I look from left to right and left again.“Surely there must be a mistake.” “Nope. It's you, Dr. Dawson. We have that tradition. The one with the most votes represents the hospital at the gala. It's important because we get donations from the Kings foundation.” Ian explains, and I watch him with a suspicious eye.“Votes by whom?” Isabelle asks, and we all turn to look at Ian.“The board. They vote anonymously, and it's tradition, so changes can't be changed.” “Tradition huh?” “Yes!” Ian claps his hands together, standing like he didn't just ruin my weekend plans. “Then I'll accompany her.” Zayan says, making Ian turn to face him.“As what?” “There has to be something you can give him. Don't they give two invites each year?” Isabelle backs him up.“They do, so if you can tell me what, Dr. Sinclair will accompany Dr. Dawson, as to this very professional and important gala, please don't let me stop you.” It's a trap.Ian doesn't want me to go with anyone
ATHENA “So you're a doctor,” Hudson, Zayan’s father, says as a matter of factly while cutting into his steak like it personally offended him.“Yes, I am,” I respond, offering a polite smile.And then… nothing.I take a slow sip of water, praying someone fills the silence before I melt into the floor and become part of their expensive rug.His mother, dressed like she walked out of a country club catalog, gives me a once-over so sharp I almost check to see if I’m bleeding.Zayan, seated beside me, casually places a hand on my thigh under the table. It’s warm, grounding and probably the only thing keeping me from crawling out the window.“They say medicine is a noble profession,” Hudson continues.“They also say med students are clinically insane for choosing it,” I mutter, trying to laugh it off.He chuckles, thank God. “That’s true. My niece is a nurse and yet she still thinks caffeine counts as a meal.”“Relatable,” I say. “Some days, I think coffee has done more for me than therap
Three weeks later…ATHENA “Girl. Spill it!” Isabelle turns to face me like I'm holding onto the juiciest gossip this week. “You're killing me here.” She adds.I bring my coffee to my lips, needing something to distract me. Instead of relief and joy, I feel sad.Maybe it's PMS week.Isabelle slides onto the bench beside me, probably now tired of standing. Her brows arch with that all-too-familiar look of curiosity and concern.I let out a breath. “I said yes.”She blinks. “Yes…?”“To Zayan.”Her eyes widen. “As in yes-yes? Like proposal, yes?”“Girlfriend yes.” I correct.“Are you serious?”I nod once, staring into the steam of my cup like it might offer me answers I don’t have."But why do you look like someone killed your cat?" "I'm just tired." “Liar... anyway, so, Alex? Does he know?” she asks carefully.I laugh bitterly. “He lost his mind. I'm not shocked he knew where I was when he showed up at the restaurant, acted like a lunatic. Called me his wife and nearly ripped Zayan’s
ALEX I knew it the second Luca dragged me into the damn restaurant, waving some bullshit excuse about trying a new steak, I'd regret it.I was having a good week and was looking forward to seeing Athena. I had to leave the following morning because I had a work emergency. But I had Ian and Isabelle ensure she did her tests. The meeting turned to shit and I had to stay out of the country for some days till It was fixed. Seeing it was only 7PM and Athena only got out at 10PM, I gave into Lucas's annoying demand.But nothing could have prepared me for this.Her hand in his.His thumb stroking over her skin like he owned it.And that look, that look in her eyes when he leaned in.I felt my blood freeze.Then boil.She was about to kiss him. She was actually going to kiss Zayan.I could have killed men for less.The sight before me rips something open in my chest. All the progress I thought we were making laughed me in the face.Was there ever progress?Standing here, watching the wom
ATHENA “Thank you for saving me the other night.” I smile at Zayan, who looks at me with a confused face. I was afraid for my life, and now I realize my biggest fear is dying and leaving my young son. God, that wrecked me more than the cold did.I was lucky to have been found early, and after Ian did the scans, he discharged me, and I'm back at work."You had some concussion, but I'm glad it was temporary and all is good now. Don't stress and I'll also move you from ER for a while untill you're better." He had said. I would have argued but that would have been selfish. So I reluctantly agreed. “Saving you from what?” Zayan pulls me back.I laugh.Typical Zayan. “I know you don't like it when I say thank you but truly. I appreciate you.” “Athena. You're confusing me. What are you talking about?” He asks as the waiter places my plate of steak, which Zayan picks up and cuts into small pieces before giving it back to me. “Are you serious right now?” I ask, setting my fork down.Za
ALEXI glance at her. She’s staring out the window again, her voice light like she’s making a joke, but she’s not smiling. Which means she's seriously thinking this through.She just looks... tired. Fragile. Far away. I bet she doesn’t even realize what she’s said. But I do.My hands tighten around the wheel.My throat dries out, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.She thinks I’m him.She thinks I’m that fucker Zayan.Just what has he been doing that has made her want to be with him. Even my stupid cousin doesn't come this close. Is that why she allowed me to hug her?I want to say something, correct her. But the words get lodged in my throat like glass shards.If I tell her the truth right now, if I remind her of who I am. Won't that bring back everything she just went through... would I be helping her or hurting her more?Thinking this whole thing through, I decide it's best to stay silent as I continue to drive.But as the silence stretches, the pain sharpens, like a blade
ALEX"I'm not sure, boss. The medical team has yet to assess her."The call ends before I realize I’ve hung up.My foot slams the gas, the tires screaming as I rip back onto the road.Two miles northeast. I repeat it like a prayer. Like it’ll bring her back to me faster.The rain has now reduced to showers, which makes it a whole lot easier to see.She was screaming.That sound... it’ll haunt me forever.I’m soaked to the bone with my teeth clenched and my hand a death grip on the wheel. But I don’t care. I’ll drive through fire if I have toThen, through the showers, red and blue lights appear in the distance, flashing, pulsing sirens faint over the sound of my speed.I slam the brakes just behind an ambulance.I barely put the car in park before I’m out and running toward Athena.“Alex!” Ian meets me halfway, already pulling off his gloves. “She’s awake and stable for now, but still in shock. I need to scan her for internal injuries. We can’t risk moving her too much.”I don’t hea