Page 107 of Grumpy Bossy Doctor

"Deep breaths, Lawrence," I said to myself. I tried to calm myself down as much as I could.

"Oh, Mr. Williams, fancy meeting you again," a voice greeted me.

The false twin finally showed himself; he wore a friendly smile as fake as his current persona.

"Dr. Sullivan. I wasn't able to meet you again the day before yesterday," I said.

"I recall not seeing you at the event," he said. "Was everything okay."

"You know, just the usual. You know when a certain family member isn't available, so you have to fill in his place?" I asked.

"I think I can relate to that. I have a convenient double that I call my twin brother after all," he said with a chuckle.

He knew I was onto him.

"What are you doing here exactly, Ian?" I asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. The receptionist told me there was a man demanding for my room number," he replied. "I didn't take you to be the kind of man that was interested in another man. I might have been down, if only most of your body wasn't fake."

"Genetically enhanced and modified," I corrected.

"Please, I'm your plastic surgeon, I know fake and I know genetics, and you are definitely lacking on the latter which is why you have to rely on the former," he said with a cocky smile.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him to myself.

"Careful, Mr. Williams, we're both technically celebrities, so I wouldn't want us on a tabloid," he warned.

What's with this guy? Was he always this rude? Arrogant and prideful?

Was this cold nature truly a part of him? Is this the kind of man, Natasha liked?

I let go of his collar. "Then watch your mouth."

"Thank you," he said, arranging his collar. "Now your checkup isn't for another month. Why did you want to see me?"

"You don't need to act dumb; you know exactly why I'm here," I said. "Natasha, my girlfriend."

"Why did you have to emphasize thegirlfriendpart, is that insecurity I hear?" he asked.

I swear if not for my public image, I would have punched him and watch him keel over in pain.

"I'm not insecure. I heard you two weren't at the event yesterday, so it's safe to assume that you were with her somewhere else," I said.

"So, you have someone that you sent to spy on your girlfriend without her consent," he scoffed. "And it's Natasha we're talking about, she praises you as her childhood friend, I wonder how she would react if she found out that you're secretly stalking her?"

"Are you threatening me? Is this blackmail?" I asked and took a step back.

"No, I'm just asking you a question, I understand that you're worried about her safety," he explained as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "I mean she's the only daughter of her parents and I bet she has her own bodyguard. You're just doing your best to help. But taking pictures, come on."

"How did you even know?" I asked.

"I rarely get attention from anyone so I know when someone is focused on me," he replied with a shrug. "Now that I said it aloud, I sound like a sad person."

"I mean you're not wrong," I shook my head negatively, "Wait why am I even sympathising with you? I don't want you anywhere near Natasha or else."

"Or else what? You'd write a bad review about my hospital? Or you won't be my customer anymore?" He smirked and then leaned in closer, his voice cold, and menacing, "Or would you try to fight me for her sake?"

What's this?

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