Page 19 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

I take a deep breath and try to explain to her what is happening between Dante and me, and the girl who comes in and calls him “babe”. I tell her how he accuses me of flirting with Michael and how I can't take it anymore.

Ashlee listens attentively, holding my hand and comforting me. Ashlee keeps holding me up and makes sure that I am steady on my feet. When we finally arrive at our apartment, Ashlee helps me to lie down on the couch. She goes into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, which she hands to me.

"Drink this, Ally. You need to hydrate yourself," Ashlee says as she sits down next to me.

I take the glass of water and drink it all down in one go. I feel better, but still, my mind is clouded with thoughts of Dante.

As I lie on the couch, Ashlee puts on a movie for us to watch. It is a romantic film, and I find myself getting lost in the storyline. The movie is about a couple who has broken up but finds their way back to each other through the power of love.

As the movie plays on, I can't help but think of Dante. I miss him terribly and wish that things could go back to the way they were before. I just cannot get over the time I spent with him and the feelings I experienced together. Before I know it, the movie has ended, and Ashlee has fallen asleep on the other end of the couch.

I lie there, still lost in thought of the movie we have just watched, when suddenly, the urge to pleasure myself comes over me.

I know it is wrong, but I can't help myself. I think about Dante and all the amazing things we have done together. I reach under my skirt and start to touch myself as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Ashlee. As I come to my climax, tears stream down my face. I feel ashamed of myself and wish that things could go back to the way they were that very night we rekindled our passion. I miss Dante’s hug and kisses terribly.

I lie there on the couch, feeling lost and confused, and eventually, I fall asleep.

Dante

I rush to leave the hospital and get home hoping that I can make sense of what happened as I lie on the sofa. The alcohol is taking over my senses, and I try to go over everything that I experienced today. The day started out well, with me feeling determined to make things right with Ally, but now everything has gone to hell. My mind keeps replaying the scene of her and Michael, and the jealousy inside me is eating me up.

I try to remember why I'm so angry with Ally in the first place. Is it really just because she left without telling me? Or is it because I'm afraid of getting too close to her, afraid of being vulnerable and getting hurt? The more I think about it, the more I realize it's the latter.

I've built up these walls around myself, trying to protect myself from getting hurt. I know that my previous experiences with other women, especially Genevieve, have deeply hurt me. In the process of protecting myself, I've shut out the people who care about me. Ally is one of those people, and now I've pushed her away with my own insecurities and jealousy. I lay here for a while longer, feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in my own misery. Eventually, I'll pass out from the alcohol and emotional exhaustion.

When I wake up, it's dark outside, and I can hear the sound of rain hitting the windows. I sit up groggily, feeling the effects of the alcohol still lingering in my system. I look around the room and see that Alfred has cleaned up the mess I made earlier while drunk. I feel a twinge of guilt as I think about how I treated him lately. I’ve been drunk several times recently and with that Alfred has seen the not very nice side of me. He's always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I've pushed him away just like I pushed away Ally. I decide I need to make it up to him.

I get up from the sofa and stumble my way to the kitchen, where Alfred is cleaning up. He looks up at me, and I can see the concern in his eyes.

"Are you feeling better, sir?" he asks, his voice filled with worry.

"I'm sorry, Alfred," I say, my voice slurred from the alcohol. "I didn't mean to be so rude earlier. I was just upset."

"It's okay, sir," he says, his tone reassuring. "I understand."

I nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thank you for cleaning up," I say. "I appreciate it."

He smiles at me. "Of course, sir. It's my job."

I nod, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me. I know I have a lot to make up for, not just with Alfred, but with Ally as well. I have to find a way to make things right with her, to show her that I'm sorry and that I want to be with her. But for now, all I can do is rest and let the alcohol wear off. I stumble my way back to the living room and lie down on the sofa, closing my eyes and letting myself drift off to sleep once again.

Chapter ten

Surprise

Ally

Themorningisfinallyhere after a long night. As I stumble to the kitchen, I see Ashlee preparing breakfast for us. She is making scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon from our mother's old lovely recipe.

We hug each other and talk about our parents. We reminisce about the time we played hide and seek with our father. I remember how we always try to find the best hiding spot, but our dad always manages to find us. We laugh as we remember the good times we had with him.

We eat the delicious breakfast that Ashlee has prepared while we talk about our lives. We discuss our work and how our careers are going. I tell her about the new cases I am working on at the hospital and how I feel like I am really making a difference.

After finishing breakfast, Ashlee and I sit down to chat more.

"So, Ashlee, tell me more about these new clients you got," I prompt.

Ashlee smiles. "Well, they are a couple from out of town who just moved here. They are looking for a wedding planner, and someone recommended me. We met a few times, and I showed them some of my previous work. They are really impressed and decided to hire me."

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