Page 86 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"It's you we're talking about! Who cares if it's what I think it is or not?" she asked as she started to pace back and forth.

"I'm not like that anymore. I mean it," I replied.

"So what? You're finally settling down? No longer womanizing or taming skirts?" she asked as she tried her best not to yell.

"That's exactly it. I'm not womanizing anymore. I… really…"

"Don't say it," she raised a finger, "Adam, I thought…I honestly thought that…" She took a deep breath then exhaled, "When her father died, I took you and pieced you back together. I thought we were going to be something special together."

"Hannah…"

"But you didn't want that," she continued, "I was in love with you, Adam. You knew that. And you had feelings for me too. Why didn't you just…try? For me?"

I couldn't say anything.

"And now you're dating his daughter too?" She stared at me with disgust.

"I didn't know," I replied, "I honestly didn't know you were all related."

"I know the only thing that stopped both of us from being together was the fact that you felt guilty about my brother dying," she pointed out.

I looked down, "I should have been able to save him."

"He had a hole in his chest and it took him five minutes to get to the hospital. We all knew there was no way he'd survive," she said, "And yet you made it hold yourself back. You let it come between the two of us, and you pushed me away."

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

But what use was ‘sorry’ going to be in this situation?

"When…you slept with me last month…" she raised the topic I was worried she'd bring up, "You were trying to use me to forget about her, weren't you?"

"Hannah…I…"

"Just answer the question, Adam," she insisted.

"Yes, I was trying to forget about her," I said.

There was a thud, and we both turned.

Crystal was at the door and the bottle of water she had with her was on the floor. She bent down and picked up the bottle then got up and left, closing the door behind her.

What exactly was this girl's timing problem?

"Crystal!" I called and was about to leave, but Hannah held my hand. "Let me go, Hannah."

"But?"

"Huh?"

"You were about to tell me your ‘but,’" she explained, "Tell me so that I can move on."

She was crying now.

"I was trying to forget her, but it didn't work," I explained.

"Figured," she gave a wry chuckle, "So, the person you were thinking about was actually my niece?"

"I didn't know you were related," I said as I tried to free myself from her grip, but it was quite difficult to do so.

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