Page 42 of The Billionaire's Fortunate Accident
I counted the others and found ten were already scrubbed in. “Crap. We’re too late.”
She didn’t look upset at all. “Good. I won’t be stuck in there for who knows how long. Guess I’ll go check out the emergency department.” Miss Callahan left, and I walked out right behind her.
“I’ll go see the babies, I guess.” I hadn’t gone to pediatrics since the baby girl was taken away. I hadn’t wanted to feel the same pain I’d felt when that woman left with her. But I knew that I’d eventually end up going to that room where I’d held her day after day, rocking or walking with her, holding her, trying to make her feel like things were going to be okay. Even trying to share my love with her.
I wasn’t sure if it was Stone or that poor baby girl who’d taught my heart how to show love. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I’d learned how to open my heart up and that Stone had come into it willingly.
Our mutual patience with each other was something that amazed me. I hadn’t thought anyone could be that patient. As I walked toward the elevator to go up to the third floor, I heard Stone’s voice, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, tomorrow,” a woman said.
I stopped and peeked around the corner, not wanting him to see me as I listened in on their conversation.Who is she?
The woman faced me as Stone’s back was turned to me. She looked to be in her late twenties and had a wonderful tan, flowing blonde hair, and green eyes. Slim and trim, I had to admit that she was beautiful. I also had to admit that sparks of jealousy were zapping me.
“I can’t wait!” Stone said.
“Me too!” she said with such excitement.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around him, and they were standing there in the lobby, hugging each other.
What the actual fuck?
Leaning back against the wall, my heart pounded as I barely took a breath. I wasn’t sure what it was that I’d just seen.My Stone, wrapped in another woman’s arms?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stone walking toward the exit door. He had his fist up, pumping it into the air as if he’d just made some tremendous accomplishment.
What if he’d been secretly trying to get that woman to go out with him, and he’s finally succeeded? What if he got what he wanted from me, and now he’s going to see if he can conquer that other woman?
My stomach turned on itself, and I ran to the nearest bathroom, promptly throwing up everything I’d just eaten. Gripping my stomach, I wondered if I was overreacting. The way Stone looked at me told me that he genuinely cared about me.
We’d even spoken some about love — seeing love in each other’s eyes. If that was real, then why would he be seeking out another woman?
Once a playboy—always a playboy.
But he wanted to spend my nights off together — inhisbed. What man would want that if they were going to be sleeping with another woman?
A bad boy. I have fallen for a bad boy.
He might’ve said he would text me the codes to the gate and the house, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be changing the codes after our two nights together. He’d obviously just gained a date with that woman, so he wouldn’t be inviting her to his place so soon. Or so I hoped.
What am I thinking? I can’t continue seeing him if he’s actively seeking out other women! And that one obviously works in the same hospital I work in. What’s he thinking?
Obviously, his subconscious wanted me to catch him in the act. That way, he wouldn’t have to end things with me because I would definitely be the one ending them.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw fear. And I hated to see or feel fear. My period was late, and my man was seeing another woman.
I may well be completely fucked. But I had to make sure of that first. So I left the bathroom and walked across the street to the pharmacy to pick up the one thing I’d never thought I’d be purchasing.
I then went to the bathroom in the back of the pharmacy and did the test right then and there. The sooner I knew, the sooner I could start dealing with things.
There was no way I was going to let Stone Nash make me look like a fool in front of the entire hospital staff. Everyone had seen us together. Even without me saying much to anyone about our relationship, they all could see that we clearly had one.
No matter what, I’ve got to break things off with him.
The timer on my phone dinged, and I looked over at the little stick that lay on top of the toilet paper dispenser. “Fuck my life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
