Page 8 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"How do I do that?" I ask, feeling lost.

"Well, you know what they say," she starts, a mischievous glint in her eye. "The best way to get over one man is to get under another."

I can't help but laugh at her suggestion.

"It's Monday, Ashlee," I say, shaking my head. "We can't just go out to a club."

"Why not?" she asks, a sly smile on her face. "Life's too short to wait for the weekend."

And with that, she grabs my arm and drags me towards the door, leaving me with no choice but to follow her lead. As we walk towards the club, I can't help but feel apprehensive. This isn't really my scene, and I'm not sure I'm ready to jump back into the dating game just yet.

Dante

I stand there, my heart pounding, trying to process what just happened. Ally walked away without even acknowledging me. It feels like a punch to the gut. We had something special, or so I thought. But now, I'm left wondering if it was all in my head. Shaking my head, I turn and shut the main entrance door of the hospital behind me. I take a deep breath and start walking towards my office. The sound of my footsteps echoes through the empty hallways. It's late, and most of the staff have gone home for the day.

As I enter my office, I take a seat and start going through the reports left by the former chief. It's a lot of information to digest, and I'm grateful when my brothers, Dylan, and Farrell, show up.

"Hey, Dante," Dylan says as he enters my office. "How's it going?"

I look up and smile. "Good to see you, Dylan. Thanks for coming."

Farrell follows close behind and plops down on the couch in the corner of the room. "What's up, bros?"

I chuckle at Farrell's casual greeting. "Just going through these reports. It's a lot to take in."

Dylan nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's a lot of information. I'm happy to help if you need it."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it," I reply.

Farrell looks around the room, taking in the stacks of papers and files. "So, what's the plan?"

I shrug. "I was thinking of taking a break and walking around the hospital. Maybe check on the nurses who are still working."

"Sounds like a plan," Dylan says, standing up. "Let's go."

As we walk through the hospital, we see the stress on the nurses' faces. They're working long hours, putting their lives on the line to help others. It's inspiring to see their dedication.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Dylan asks one of the nurses, a young woman with tired eyes.

She looks up and smiles weakly. "I'm okay. It's just been a long shift."

"I can imagine," Dylan says empathetically. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

The nurse shakes her head. "No but thank you for asking. It means a lot."

As we make our way back to my office, the conversation turns to reminiscing about our childhood.

"Remember that time we built that fort in the backyard?" I ask, laughing.

Farrell snorts. "Yeah, and then Mom made us take it down the next day."

Dylan chuckles. "And what about that time we convinced Dad to let us go camping in the backyard?"

"Ah, yes, the great backyard camping trip of '95," I say, grinning.

We continue down memory lane, sharing stories and laughing until our sides ache. It's good to have these moments with my brothers, to forget about the stress of work and just enjoy each other's company.

As the night wears on, the conversation turns to girls.

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