All Chapters of My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

StacyThe kitchen was dark except for the soft glow above the stove, throwing long shadows across the tile. I sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey warming in my hand, the ice long since melted. I hadn’t planned on drinking tonight, but here I was—alone, awake, and slightly annoyed that I wasn’t the one texting in bed next to her.I heard her soft footsteps before I saw her. She moved like a ghost, barefoot in that damn oversized T-shirt I gave her earlier. Mine, technically. And seeing her in it didn’t help my mood.Beth opened the fridge, poked around, and then turned to check the pantry. She bent to reach inside, and I stepped out of the shadows.“Did you find what you were looking for?”She jumped a mile and spun around, clutching the water bottle like it was a weapon. “Oh my fucking god—you scared me to death.”I lifted my glass. “Still standing, so not to death.”She scowled, then rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”“I do. Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it,” I said, letting a

BethThe bathroom door was still shut, steam curling from the top as the shower ran steadily inside. Tommy had mumbled something about rinsing off before driving me home, and I’d taken the opportunity to slip back into my clothes from last night. Bra, panties, blouse, jeans. The works.Not exactly the outfit I wanted to start my day in, but I’d be fine. I still had time to stop at home, change into something clean, and get to the office. Nothing makeup and coffee couldn’t fix.I padded barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen, shoes in hand, trying not to think too hard about how I’d caved to Tommy again. Or how his arms had felt. Or how my stomach still twisted in that sick, confused way when he touched me.Stacy was back in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a cup of black coffee in hand. I didn’t notice earlier but he looked freshly showered, clean-shaven, and like he hadn’t lost a single wink of sleep—because of course he did. Because nothing ever rattled him.“I left

StacyThe house was quiet again.I stood at the kitchen sink, sipping the last of my now-lukewarm coffee as the front door shut behind them—Tommy with his half-assed apology, Beth with that same soft smile she always seemed to have for him. Unbelievable.She left my T-shirt folded neatly on the guest bed. Left me with the echo of her laugh. The smell of her shampoo on my pillow. And a knot in my gut that had nothing to do with caffeine and everything to do with him.I walked over to the bar, not bothering with the light. Just the quiet, the dark, and the low pour of whiskey into a heavy glass.Beth had stood right there this morning—bare legs, sleepy eyes, wrapped in my shirt like she belonged in it. And Tommy? He took one look and practically barked at her like she was his dog who had wandered into someone else’s yard.I clenched my jaw and downed half the drink in one go.What the hell did she ever see in him?Because whatever I witnessed in this house, it wasn’t love. It wasn’t res

Beth The glow of my laptop screen reflected off my water glass as I scrolled through the dashboard, barely blinking. “Holy shit,” I whispered. I refreshed the page. Again. The numbers hadn’t lied the first time, and they weren’t lying now. Follower count? Skyrocketing. Post shares? Doubling every hour. Click-throughs on the booking link for new patient consultations? Off the charts. And the cherry on top? A single comment—one damn comment—had detonat

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