Page 60 of Doctor I Do

The player I’m known for.

I wish I could hold back from going near her, but I can’t control myself. My mind and cock are at war with themselves.

So, can I blame her for being mad? I practically ran out of the house this morning like a child. Instead of opening my mouth and telling her why I don’t think it’s a good idea, we cross the boundary.

But whenever she is near, I choke up on the words and say nothing.

After changing into activewear I leave my room to hit the home gym.

I begin lifting weights, but after a few heavy sets, I rip my shirt off. I must be engrossed, not even hearing the door, because when I turn, I freeze. She’s standing there with flushed cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze hits me. I like her in my house. A lot more than I thought was possible.

Peering down, I mumble a curse under my breath. The way her eyes are eating me up, is not making this easy on me.

“Hey.” My voice is a little shaky, but I manage to hide it well.

“Hi.”

I need to stop looking at those green eyes. “You want to work out with me?”

“I’m going out tonight.”

The pit of my stomach hardens. A wave of jealousy hits me. She wouldn’t go on a date right? Shaking my ridiculous thoughts off, I clear my throat to make sure I don’t sound rude.

“Yeah. Cool. Where you off too?”

I turn to finish my set, watching her in the mirror. Her gaze shoots down as soon as I turn, and the flush across her cheeks tells me she likes what she sees.

“Just Luxe with Maddy and Blake.”

A sudden wave of worry hits me. “You don’t need me to come?”

I take in her heart-shaped face and prominent cheekbones. She’s really beautiful in this light. And I don’t like the thought of other men looking at her. Even talking to her.

Her face softens with slight amusement. “No. We’ve gone there plenty of times without you.”

But now it’s different. Now you’re my fiancée. Now you live with me…

It’s not my place to say any of that, so I hold that back.

“True. And you’ll behave, right?”

Her eyes narrow at me. “Yes, Dad.”

“Don’t call me that,” I say as nausea rolls in my gut.

She chuckles at my hard expression, clearly reading my unimpressed face.

“Makes me feel gross. I don’t look at you that way.”

She snorts. “I hope not.”

Blinking at her, a new thought occurs to me. “You’ll wear your ring?” My back is still facing her, because I don’t want her to see my worried expression.

I trust her. I’m just…falling.

The thought makes my heart race and my throat dry. I’ve been falling for her all this time. Every moment we’ve shared together had a part of me becoming infatuated.

“Yes. We have a deal, right? Neither of us is seeing anyone else while we are in this agreement.”

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