Page 96 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

Before I deleted her number, I noticed that Amanda had left several voicemails and texts asking to meet up.

“I should probably send all of them money for their troubles,” I thought to myself, “But wouldn’t that be branding them as prostitutes? Would they feel insulted?”

What was I asking? Of course, they’d feel insulted.

Well, it didn’t matter. All of it was water under the bridge. I had my own happiness now.

After breakfast, I headed to my garage and pulled out the new bike I had bought.

The hospital was ten minutes away, so biking wasn’t a bad idea.

Besides, I wanted to show off my new vehicle to Crystal.

“Maybe I’ll buy her one, then pull some strings so the both of us can ride together this weekend,” I said to myself as I got on the bike and made my way to the hospital.

It was my first time cycling to the hospital, and I worried that I was breaking some traffic rules. I was wearing my safety gear just to be safe and to help me avoid trouble with the authorities.

I arrived at the hospital and noticed Sarah was just arriving too.

“Dr. Hunt,” she stopped in her tracks and checked me out, “That’s new.”

“I know, right?” I chuckled, “Where’s the flaming dragon?”

“Catherine left before I did,” she replied, “I don’t know what’s wrong with her these days. She avoids me and seems like she’s hiding. I hope she’s not seeing someone else.”

“She’s not. Trust me,” I assured her.

“Oh yeah?” she crossed her arms, “What makes you so sure?”

An ambulance drove in, distracting us for a bit.

“Are you going to get that?” she asked.

“I just arrived. The other doctors can take care of it,” I said as I got down from my bike and we both made our way inside.

“I don’t think you thought about where to park it,” she said.

I stopped walking, “Fuck. I forgot the lock at home.”

“Leave it with the security personnel,” she suggested.

“Good idea.”

After we turned the bike in, we made our way to the entrance of the building.

As we walked in, Catherine was standing there, waiting with a pensive look on her face.

"Is everything okay?" Sarah asked.

"Not yet," Catherine said as she buried her hand in one of the pockets of her lab coat then stopped, "Can we go to your office?"

"Sure," Sarah agreed.

"You coming?" Catherine asked me then frowned, "What's on your head and why's it there?"

"It's called a helmet," I replied as I took it off, "I ride a bike now. Are you sure you want me to come?"

"You look stupid. No offense, sir," she said, "And yes, I'd like you to come. I want you there too.”

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