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Chapter 79 — Yearning, Apparently
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My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 85 — Blind Faith
StacyI came back from lunch later than I meant to.Traffic. A consult that ran long. My mind only half on the clinic and half somewhere else entirely—on Beth, on the way her laugh stuck in my head, on the way she’d looked in my doorway Saturday morning before she left.I stopped at the front desk. “I’m expecting—”Michelle didn’t even look up from her monitor. “She’s already in your office.”My pulse kicked.“Thank you,” I said, already moving.The hallway felt too quiet. My door was shut when I reached it. That alone was strange. I pushed inside.The lights were dim. My desk lamp was on. And sitting directly in the center of my desk was a black silk eye mask… and a folded note.Lock the door.Put the mask on.Sit down.I’ll be out in a moment.No signature.My breath went slow. Careful. My mind filled in the name before I even let myself think it.Beth… what are you doing?I locked the door.The click sounded louder than it should have.The mask was cool in my hands. Silk. Expensive
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 84 – The Backup Betrayal
BethMonday morning hit like a bus.I was halfway through my second coffee, answering emails I barely read, when the door swung open and Rachel strutted in like a woman on a mission.Sunglasses on. Purse swinging. Lip gloss sparkling. She looked like she’d spent the entire weekend being fabulous and was here to check on the poor peasant she left to suffer.“Good morning, sunshine,” she sang, dropping her bag on the edge of my desk. “Soooo… how’d it go?”I gave her a look.She grinned.I gave her another look.Her grin only widened.“You,” I said flatly, “are dead to me.”Rachel blinked innocently. “What? What did I do?”I reached under my desk, pulled out the crumpled shopping bag with her backup outfit still inside, and shoved it toward her.She opened it, peeked inside, then burst into laughter.“Beth! You didn’t wear it, did you?!”“I didn’t even try it on!” I hissed. “I took one look and nearly lit it on fire.”Rachel was full-on cackling now. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.”“T
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 83 – Soft Spots
StacyThe second she opened the guest room door, I knew I was screwed.Not because the outfit was too revealing—although, Jesus, it was dangerously short. No, it was the way she wore it. All blush and bravado. Like she knew damn well it was ridiculous and hated every second of it—but still came out.For me.And that? That was the problem.She looked like a walking contradiction. Messy ponytail, bare legs, lace apron. A girl playing at being a woman, and somehow doing a damn good job of both.She mumbled something about it being “your win,” like she was trying to pass the blame, and I let her. What the hell else was I going to do? Call it off? Tell her to change? Pretend I didn’t want to grab her by the waist and bend her over the damn counter?Nope. Instead, I sat at the bar like a civilized man and watched her cook. Watched her try to cook.She kept glancing back at me like I might judge her for using her phone, like I didn’t know she’d googled how to sear chicken and roast potatoes.
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 82 - Dinner Disaster
BethI cursed under my breath and flicked the fabric self-consciously.He chuckled low. “Don’t worry. It’s adorable.”I refused to turn around again. I just dumped the potatoes onto a baking tray and moved to the stove. Chicken in the skillet. Green beans prepped. Everything was coming together. Mostly. I thought.Thirty minutes later, we were seated at the table. Candles lit. Wine poured. Chicken plated with golden brown potatoes and perfectly seared green beans.I handed him a fork and took a nervous sip of wine, watching as he speared a bite of chicken and popped it into his mouth.His face was unreadable.“Well?” I asked. He chewed slowly. Very slowly.“It’s… salty.”I blinked. “Salty?”He gave me a look. “Did you brine this in the ocean?”I stabbed a piece for myself and took a bite.Dear God.It was like licking a salt block. My tongue tried to revolt.I coughed, reaching for my wine. “What the hell happened? I didn’t even add that much salt—”“You sure about that?”“I didn’t e
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 81 — “The Outfit Situation”
BethI groaned, dragging the word out dramatically as he handed me the brown package tied in black satin ribbon. “Ugh. I was really hoping you’d forget.”Stacy’s mouth curved in that slow, wicked smirk that always meant trouble. “I went through way too much trouble to win this bet. I was not forgetting.”“I don’t know,” I said, tipping my head and squinting at him. “I thought maybe—just maybe—there was a chance your memory wasn’t that great, old man.”His eyes gleamed. Dangerous. Dark. “Oh, I’ll show you what this ‘old man’ is capable of… if you’d like.”My face flushed immediately. “Nope, nope, I’m good. Just joking. You don’t need to show me anything.”He chuckled low under his breath, and I snatched the package out of his hands before I could humiliate myself further. Grabbing my tote bag from the floor—my “just in case” arsenal packed with Rachel’s backup outfit and a pair of tight black yoga shorts—I turned toward the hallway.“I’m gonna go change,” I mumbled.“Guest room’s yours
My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist Chapter 80 — Not a Bastard
StacyBeth had just left me on read.Not in the “cold shoulder” sense. No—she was doing it intentionally. That delicious kind of hold-your-breath, let-it-linger pause that turned a text thread into slow-burn foreplay.I smirked down at my phone like an idiot.I leaned back in my chair, thumbed over to Instagram, and pulled up the clinic’s page. Beth’s post from yesterday had exploded—likes in the tens of thousands, comments still pouring in. Beth had just told me about the engagement analytics so I had to check out the list myself. That’s when I caught sight of that comment.Rachel. Of course. I didn’t know her very well, but it was definitely a “classic Rachel” comment if I’d ever seen one.I huffed a laugh.A knock sounded, and Adam stepped inside without waiting. “Got a sec?”“Yeah,” I said, holding
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