Semua Bab My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist: Bab 51 - Bab 60

 BethBy the time I got back to my office, I wasn’t walking so much as floating.Or vibrating.Or short-circuiting.Honestly, if someone had asked me to describe my emotional state, the only accurate answer would’ve been:Static. Warm. Illegal.I shut the office door behind me, leaned back against it, and exhaled like I’d just escaped something dangerous.Or walked straight into something I wanted too much.My chest felt tight. My palms were still warm. My skin buzzed in places no one should still be feeling fifteen minutes after a routine exam.Routine.Right.Nothing about that was routine.Not the way he said “perfect…ly normal.”Not the way his fingers brushed my ribs.Not the look in his eyes that felt like a hand around my waist pulling me closer without moving.I dropped my purse on my desk, sat, and tri

Dr. ColeI walked into that restaurant ready for one thing.One.A dinner with my son.A chance to rebuild the bridge I’d spent fifteen years watching burn.I wasn’t nervous—not until the hostess pointed toward a table near the back. Tommy was already standing, waving me over, that familiar lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.And then she turned.Beth.Her.The woman whose breasts I examined forty-eight hours ago.The woman whose pulse skipped when my fingers brushed her skin.The woman whose voice trembled when she whispered she thought she’d found a lump.Beth Monroe.My patient.My client.My weakness.She turned around so slowly I swear the world dropped a gear and stuttered.Her hair curled softly around her shoulders—different from her usual work bun. Her dress skimmed her hips, elegant and modest but somehow devastating. Her lips parted in a small, startled gasp the moment recognition slammed into her.Shock hit her first.Then mine hit back twice as hard.I felt

BethBy the time I made it upstairs, my skin still felt electric.Not because of Tommy.Because of him.Because the moment the car door shut and Dr. Cole pulled away, I swear every nerve in my body lit up like someone had dropped a match into my bloodstream.He knew.He knew I hadn’t been coming to him for tests.He knew I’d wanted him.And worse — evil, wonderful, devastating — was the way he said it.Were you just coming to see me?It kept replaying in my head like a whisper against the back of my neck.He wasn’t accusing me.He wasn’t judging me.He wasn’t disgusted.He sounded… soft.Careful.Uneasy in a way that made my chest ache.I closed my apartment door behind me and leaned back against it, covering my face with both hands.“Oh my God,” I groaned into my palms. “What the hell have I gotten myself into—?”My brain spiraled.Client.Doctor.Gynecologist.Tommy’s father.My gynecologist.Oh God.He’d been between my legs.His fingers had been inside me.He’d touched my breasts.

BethRachel showed up twenty minutes after my “get your ass over here” text, armed with iced coffees and a glittery tote bag that said “Spill It.” Fitting.She dropped into the seat across from my desk, kicked off her heels, and crossed her legs like this was the VIP section of a gossip lounge.“Okay,” she said, sliding me my coffee. “Whatever this is? Better be good.”I took a long sip before answering. “Okay. So. Remember that dinner I told you about? With Tommy and his estranged father?”Rachel perked up. “The dinner where you finally met the mystery dad?”“Yeah. Except—he’s not a mystery to me.”Her brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”I set the coffee down and leaned forward, voice low and full of disbelief. “Rachel… it’s Dr. Cole.”She blinked. “Dr. Cole as in… your doctor?”I nodded.“Your gynecologist Dr. Cole?”Another nod.Rachel stared at me for a long moment, then leaned back slowly. “Girl. That is not a plot twist I saw coming.”“Same,” I muttered. “And now I’m spiraling because

Dr. ColeMonday mornings had a rhythm. A quiet hum before the chaos. But this one felt… different.I stood at the coffee machine in my office, arms crossed, staring through the window like it had answers. It didn’t. I wasn’t even seeing the parking lot—I was back at Masquerade. Back to her.Beth.The way her eyes lit up when she talked to the man in the rabbit mask. She still had no idea it’s been me all along. The soft pink top, that sway in her hips like she wasn’t trying to impress anyone but couldn’t help it. And the moment that asshole on the dance floor grabbed her—Christ.I hadn’t even thought. I just moved.It wasn’t until I was dragging him off her that I realized my hands were clenched too tight. That my voice had come out sharp and low. That I’d felt… protective. Possessive.And I had no damn right.But then she looked at me—really looked at me—and thanked me like I’d done something noble. And when she offered me her hand before leaving, soft and warm, like maybe I wasn’t a