Page 34 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

As the morning light streams through the windows, I wake up in Dante's arms, content. We spend a few more moments in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth of the moment before getting up to start the day. Dante offers to make me breakfast, and I accept, grateful for his offer hoping that he makes a good meal since he is still in the process of learning how to cook. He heads to the kitchen, and I hear the sizzle of eggs and bacon on the stove.

When he brings the breakfast to the table, I'm surprisingly amazed by the spread. There's a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a stack of golden-brown pancakes, dripping with syrup. He also pours me a cup of coffee, steaming hot and fragrant. I sit down at the table, savoring the delicious meal as we chat about our plans for the day. Dante tells me he has some work to do, but we agree to meet up later for dinner.

After breakfast, I call a cab to take me back to my apartment. When I arrive, I find that my sister Ashlee is not home, which is unusual. I quickly dress up, opting for a casual yet trendy outfit. I throw on a pair of high-waisted jeans, a flowy blouse, and a pair of strappy sandals. I then put on some light makeup and rush out the door to head to work.

When I enter the hospital lobby, I stop in to grab another coffee, and I notice people murmuring and gossiping around me. At first, I think nothing of it, assuming that it's just the usual office chatter. But as I listen more closely, my heart sinks as I realize that they're talking about me and Dante and gossiping about our relationship.

I'm mortified, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I try to ignore the stares and whispers. I rush to my desk, trying to focus on my work, but my mind is distracted wondering what people might be saying about us. I try to push it out of my mind and focus on my work, but it's hard. As the day wears on, I find myself becoming more and more distracted, unable to shake off the feeling of embarrassment and shame.

Dante

I’m sitting in my car, drumming my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. It’s almost an hour past noon and I’m headed to the hospital to start another day of work. As the Chief Neurologist and head of the Neurology department, I have a lot on my plate. I’ve barely pulled out of my driveway when my phone starts ringing. It’s the Director of the hospital, calling me.

“Dante, I need you to meet me at the hospital’s cafe,” he says. His voice is clipped and tense, and I can tell right away that this isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.

“Okay,” I say warily. “What’s going on?”

“I’d rather talk to you in person,” he says. “Just meet me there.”

I hang up the phone and sigh heavily. Whatever this is about, it can’t be good. I try to focus on the road as I make my way to the restaurant, but my mind keeps drifting back to what the Director might want to talk to me about. When I arrive, I see him sitting at a table in the corner, looking grim. I walk over to him and sit down across from him, bracing myself for the worst.

“Dante,” he says, his voice low. “I’m disappointed in you. Your family and I have built this strong healthcare business and your actions are threatening our success.”

I stare at him, not sure what he means. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he says. “Your relationship with Ally.”

I feel my face flush with anger. “What about it?”

“She’s a resident physician in training,” he says. “And you’re her boss. You can’t be involved with her. I am not going to talk about the age gap since it’s a personal issue. ”

“I’m not involved with her,” I lie. “We’ve gone on a few dates, that’s all.” I say that to try to protect Ally from any professional consequences and buy more time to figure out how to solve this issue.

“That’s still inappropriate,” he says. “I’m going to have to ask you to take a few days off, as well as Ally.”

I can feel the anger boiling inside me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious,” he says. “I need you to step back and reevaluate your priorities.”

I stand up, my fists clenched at my sides. “You’re out of line,” I say. “I won’t stand for this.”

“Dante, please,” he says, holding up a hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, or else her consequences will turn out worse.”

I shake my head and storm out of the restaurant, my mind racing. I can’t believe this is happening. I get in my car and start driving, not sure where I’m headed. My phone starts ringing again, and I glance at the screen to see that it’s Ally. I let it ring and ring, not willing to talk to her right now.

I’m determined to make trouble once I get home. I believe he has no right to say such trash to my face if my parents hadn’t given him the power to do so. I know deep down that Genevieve must have told my family and the hospital leadership about Ally and me, and her betrayal pains me more.

As I drive, my thoughts are consumed by anger and frustration. How dare the Director tell me what to do? How dare he try to control my personal life? I’m a grown man, and I can do what I want. I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I almost miss my exit. I am very worried about Ally and how she would react when the leadership ask her to take some time off.

Ally

As I sit at my desk, I start to feel uneasy. My mind keeps going back to the conversation I overheard earlier in the day. I try to call Dante, but he doesn't answer, and I begin to worry that he's avoiding me. I decide to head over to his office to see if he's there, but when I arrive, it's locked and empty. My heart sinks, and I feel a wave of sadness wash over me. I'm ashamed and embarrassed, and I can't help but wonder if Dante is feeling the same way.

I walk back to my office, my heart racing with each step. Why is Dante's office locked? I feel anxious and worried. I finally reach my office, and as I sit at my desk, my phone rings. It's the director of the hospital.

"Ally, can you come to my office, please?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and head to the director's office, wondering what he wants to talk to me about. As I enter his office, I see that he's alone. He motions for me to sit down, and then he starts talking. He goes straight to the point.

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