All Chapters of Professor Dearest: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MATTEO’S POV I knew that when I didn’t find anything on Arlette’s past that she was running away from something, it didn’t take long to figure out what that something was. Her fucking father. I've never been the one to watch any man abuse his family member, or from a family who had done that to their kids. I was raised with love, my house filled with laughter. It twisted my heart to know that Arlette had gone through that. “Are you on the run?” I asked, staring at her. Instead of a reply, Arlette breaks down in tears, wrapping her arms around my neck as she buries her face in my neck, crying while shaking. “Fuck! baby, FUCK!” I spurt out the words as I wrap my hands around her body, feeling her soak my shirt with tears. When she pulls her head upward, my face is red, and her freckles are shining, her nose running. “Big girls don’t have running nostrils,” I joke as I reach out for a tissue and help her clean her face. Stopping on her nose, I prompt her to blow on it. “Go

he dreaded day is here. It’s the first day for the new residency interns, and I hate it. Every year we are inundated with incompetent doctors who are more of a problem than a help.Sure, I was an intern once, but it doesn’t make this time of year any easier. Especially not since every intern has heard about me and bugs me with stupid, pointless questions.They all fawn over me, and it is infuriating. I don’t want to be brown nosed by some stuck up medical student who thinks they’re the best. Normally, the ones that suck up are the worst of the bunch.“Brandon, are you ready to brief the interns?” Dr. Ellen Vardy sticks her head through the door, peaking at me over the rim of her glasses.I sigh heavily, glancing up at the clock on the wall. “I really wish we didn’t have to.”She chuckles lightly. “I know you hate the start of residency more than anyone, but they need strong role models to look up to.”I nod and clear my papers away, before standing and accompanying Dr. Vardy to

Ashlyn Rachel Watson stood at the center of a building withholding the tears that had stopped in her eyes as she didn't want to pour it out here, she simply wanted to take several breathes not wanting to release those tears here. She's heard that the handsome billionaire in town needed in a baby, well, she didn't have one, but could get pregnant for him, she heard from a friend that Blaze Lucas Campell is ready to pay a wholesome to get himself an heir. She was here to grant that wish for him, especially if he is being damn serious, she doesn't mind if it has to take her comfort, but then, this whole ideal is a scam. At twenty-three, Ashlyn was a hostess at a local club she worked thirty hours and worked extra hours to survive with very little pay. When she heard from the club that Blaze seriously needed a lady to accomplish his heart desires, she decided to jump into the first cab and come down here, willing to see things for herself. Ashlyn lived a normal life in New York Ci

I KNOCK on room 205 in the cardiology unit. “Come in,” a feeble voice calls.I open the door and find a little old lady sitting up in her bed.I clutch tightly to her chart, which I’ve gone over three times already. “Mrs. Carr, I will be your doctor today.”She smiles at me and nods. “Am I all clear to go home?” Her voice is so hopeful it makes my heart ache.I shake my head and move closer to the bed. “I’m afraid not.” I set the chart down at the end of her bed. “Mrs. Carr, we’ve found the cause of the heart-attack.”She sits up straighter in the bed. “Oh… It’s bad, isn’t it?”I nod my head. “I’m afraid you’ve got lung cancer, and it’s quite advanced.” She slumps back into the bed, blinking.“We want to try chemotherapy. It’s the best course of action to reduce the size of the tumor andthen we’d hope to operate on it.” I step closer. “We will do everything we can to get you back on your feet and healthy.”Mrs. Carr glances up at me with tears flooding her eyes. “I’m old, dea

“Sounds hotter than hell to me.” She shakes her head. “An attractive man taking what he wants, I think I would have jumped his bones if I were you.”Lexi clicks her tongue. “Well, you don’t exactly have a great track record with staying away from men you shouldn’t fuck.”A small gasp sounds. “No need to get all personal about it.”“Sasha, I’m sorry.” There’s a short pause. “He just makes me crazy.”Sasha.Where do I know that name from? Then it hits me. Sasha is Logan’s wife. The friend I play tennis with at the local club when we have the time.It had been such a big scandal two years back when they got together. Logan started dating Sasha while she was in his class at the university. That must be what Lexi means about not being able to stay away from men she shouldn’t fuck.I try to crane my neck and get a glimpse of them, but I can’t see either of them. The booth is angled so I can just about see Lexi’s hand as she fiddles with her glass.“What are you going to do?” Sasha a