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"Yeah?"

"This was the best breakfast I ever had," I announced.

"Thank you," he said. I swear he was blushing with smiles.

I know Ethan and I weren't a couple or anything, but it still felt like I was cheating on him. I

needed to sort this out as soon as possible.

Ian

Ben was right. Maybe if I had just tried as myself, there wouldn't have been any need to frame Ethan. After dropping off Natasha, I headed straight to the hospital for my nine o'clock appointment. The patient was a bit of a headache, and none of my doctors wanted to attend to him anytime he came around. As the only one in the building who wasn't easily fazed by anything, I was stuck being his personal doctor. I was late…just by a minute, but if he was there already, then I wasn't going to hear the end of it.

I went into the hospital.

"He's here," Isaac said.

The old man looked exhausted.

"How long?" I asked.

"Just ten minutes," he replied. "Most of the staff have left the floor to get busy with other things. Just say the word and we'll get the ban, sir."

"He's hot stuff in magazines and all that. Plus his father is a good man…in a way," I replied. "I don't want anything that will make my brand suffer because of some spoilt rich brat."

I know I called Natasha spoiled the previous day, but she didn't come close to the demon that was my patient. As I arrived at my office, he was already seated in the waiting area.

I forced a smile. "Mr. Lawrence Williams."

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite doctor," he said as he got up. "You're late. Any longer and I would have had to resort to having these lower staff take care of me. But I'm glad you’re here. The wealthy should take care of the wealthy."

I was worth seven billion, and he was worth only around roughly eight hundred million. I didn't feel like I was taking care of a fellow wealthy person. What else can I do but smile and give medical advice?

"Right this way, Mr. Williams," I said and motioned to my office.

Lawrence like many of my patients was a faker. His chin wasn't as perfect as the magazines claimed he was. I had modeled it that way; he could go online and claim to have exercised his jaw, using a special technique that had been lost to man.

Even his nose was corrected.

His abs? Shock.

His skin? Special equipment.

His teeth? Rearranged.

His lips?

Come on. I wouldn't be surprised if he had previously gotten another doctor to work on his penis. I couldn't wait for the day when he would come with an emergency that would let me legally cut off his dick.

"So what would it be today?" I asked.

"I just want a regular checkup," he replied. "I have another shoot tomorrow, and I just want to make sure everything is in order."

"Anything else?"

"I don't know. Do you know how to model my face into something no woman can resist?" he asked.

"I would have modelled your face after mine, but I already have a twin, and I don't want my mother to wonder when she gave birth to triples," I replied.

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