Page 59 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

“Adam,” she called my name like a mother would when a child was acting spoiled.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized and focused on my laptop. I didn’t want her to leave. I couldn’t tell her directly considering we were having an affair and my words would just seem like an excuse to have her around longer.

She let out a long sigh, “Looks like Dr. Hunt is sulking.”

“I’m not,” I said but didn’t look at her. Treating me like a child.

“Adam? How about a date?” she asked.

I looked up; her blue eyes glistened with mischievousness.

“Sure, where’d you want to go?” I asked.

“Belle Isle,” she replied.

“The island?” I raised a brow, “I haven’t been there in a while.”

“I haven’t been there at all,” she sighed, “My aunt says the view is to die for.”

“It is,” I agreed, “When’s your next day off?”

“This Sunday,” she said.

“I’ll rent out an entire area,” I said.

“Why?” she raised a brow in confusion.

“I don’t want the public…”

“Oh, yeah. That’s true, considering it might affect my chances at the next job,” She said.

I wanted to tell her that we could actually go public, that I could put all this aside and just make it clear what our relationship was or what I really wanted it to be.

But I was…worried.

“Sunday it is,” I said with a warm smile.

It was alright. Things weren’t changing anytime soon.

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So that Sunday, I found myself on a date with Crystal at Belle Isle, an enchanting island nestled in the James River.

There was a problem though.

“When we get there, we’re cycling,” she said with excitement.

“Why? We could just walk,” I said.

“Nooo! The best way to enjoy the island is to cycle,” she argued, “My aunt insists it’s the best way.”

“Walking is better, there’s no need to get into something as dangerous as cycling,” I said stubbornly.

She was smiling.

“What?” I frowned.

“Adam, do you know how to ride a bike?” she asked.

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