Lahat ng Kabanata ng ONE NIGHT STAND BETWEEN BEST FRIENDS : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Brandon I came into the hospital through the front entrance which was my first mistake as the place was filled with people in various stages of sickness, all waiting to see a doctor. I looked around, a little lost as to where to set foot or go. “Excuse me, sir?” A nurse walked up to me, “Are you here to see a doctor?” “No, no… Yes, actually… Dr. Allison? Is she here?” “Do you have an appointment?” “I am Brandon McClean,” I introduced myself, “I was supposed to meet her in conference room 9 about fifteen minutes ago. She is expecting me.” She frowned for a second, then her face lit up. “Dr. Brandon!” she smiled, “you did your residency here. Follow me.” She led me out of the waiting room, and we stepped into a bigger hall which was much quieter than the waiting room but filled with so much activity. Doctors and nurses were running from one station to another. A feeling of nostalgia washed over me. I did miss being a doctor sometimes and these days, I rarely have the time or oppo

Brandon Then I watched Salma frown disapprovingly as she looked at the chocolate bar in the girl’s hand. “Leona!” Salma exclaimed and my heart gave out. Leona? Why would she name her daughter Leona? “What have I told you about sweets?” “It's not my fault,” the girl whined, taking a huge bite from the bar before Salma could grab it from her, “the man over there gave it to me.” Leona was pointing at me and at that very moment, Salma and I locked eyes. I stood there transfixed in the moment. It all made sense now. This was no coincidence. Leona was mine. The pair of green eyes staring at me had my DNA. When Salma had told me five years ago that she was pregnant, she had meant it.Salma buried the girl's face in her chest as though to hide her from me. Then she scolded the little girl, “And what have I told you about collecting things from strangers?” Briskly, Salma walked out of the lounge. I followed her at once, shadowing her steps until she was forced to stop walking. “Salma,

Brandon“It's pretty late,” she said, looking out the window, “we should go home.” “Uhm… I still have some work to do,” I told her, “you should head home and don't wait up. I'll be going to my place tonight.” She nodded and said nothing else. I sighed in relief the second she left my office. I tapped the screen of my phone to check the time. 9:30pm. I had to be the only one left in the office at this time. I sent an email to my secretary, telling her to cancel any appointments I had from 11am the next day till 2pm. I waited for a while until I was certain Elaine would have been on her way home before leaving the office. My driver was by my car waiting for me already. Sometimes I felt bad for keeping him up this late, but then again, he was the highest-paid driver in Texas so there was no complaint from him. **** She was late. She had said noon at the lobby of… hotel and it was already 12:45pm. Had she just stood me up? I cursed under my breath while I thought of all the ways I

Salma “Hello pretty,” I turned my head to see Dr. Kane take the seat beside me. I rolled my eyes and slipped my drink without saying a word to him. I had hoped I would never have to see him after our one-night stand and now we were performing surgery together. “You're just going to ignore me?” he asked. I turned to face him. “What happened the other night was a mistake. Get over it.” “I think you're the one not getting over it, doctor,” I did not miss the tease in his voice. “What?” “But I do think it's destiny that's brought us together,” he said with a cheeky smile on his face. “I'm a woman of science,” I said, “I don't believe in destiny.” “Really? So you don't believe in God?” I stood up from my barstool. I had come here to drink away Brandon from my mind and not be preached to about religion. “I'm leaving,” I said, “I want to pay.” “Come on, Salma,” Kane held my hand gently, so that I could not move, “I won't talk about God or religion. I just want us to be friends.”

SalmaI was in full panic mode. The glass of scotch I had taken minutes earlier had now left my system and a raging headache took over. I looked at Kane who was meant to be helping out but was instead trying to help me. “You had a drink earlier,” I said even with my worry for Leona, I was concerned about a drunk person treating patients. “I was having a mocktail,” he replied. I nodded and then checked my phone again to see if there were any calls but there were none. I called my nanny's number again, hoping and praying for a miracle but it only kept on ringing. “Still no answer? Maybe you should try going to Baylor Hospital? They might have been transported already,” Kane suggested. I checked the tracker on my phone and could see that the backpack was still here somewhere. “You should help out,” I said to Kane, “I'm going to keep looking.” I walked off, trying to follow the location of the tracker until eventually, it stopped moving and I looked to the ground. It was Leona's bag