Page 21 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

Once again, I asked, “Who the hell does she think she is?"

Blatantly calling me a womanizer to my face, putting me down like some puppy; in fact, the only lick of affection I got was when she had commented about my body.

Was I off my game?

Was she a lesbian or something?

I was frustrated and annoyed. If these efforts were not enough to move her, then there was no way money would.

I slammed my hand on the table and let out a sigh.

"Fuck this!" I yelled and took a deep breath.

Should I weaken her resolve?

Increase my seduction?

Involve her in another surgery doomed to fail?

"What the hell though, Adam? Why are you getting so worked up over a single girl when there are so many others?" I asked myself.

Normally that would be enough to console me, but I recalled her words about my other women, and all I felt was shame.

"No really, Adam, why is this happening to you?" I sighed and changed into my black scrubs.

Why did I start womanizing in the first place though?

It could have started when I hit my first million.

I was a hotshot and a prodigy.

People who had years of experience in the medical field sought out my advice.

With the fame and wealth that followed, I guess women did as well.

I didn't see any need to settle down.

I was comfortable with a lot of women. None of them caused my heart to sway, but they made my lower heart stand still.

It wasn't what I expected I'd turn out to be.

But I got used to it.

With no parents, no one pressured me into getting married, so I decided not to.

I didn't need kids… I mean…

It would have been nice to have children of my own, running around the place but…with who then?

The thoughts faded.

I was extremely careful and didn’t get anyone pregnant, a feat most other billionaires weren’t able to accomplish.

It wasn’t like I was hurting anyone…the girls and women knew the game…

Adam doesn’t love anyone; he isn’t swayed by anyone.

But why is he being swayed now?

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