Page 60 of Blind Date with the Billionaire

DILLAN

Days slip by, and Lizzie refuses to budge from my thoughts. Damn it, it’s like the day after our one night all over again. I’m fine, and then, boom, my entire world tilts. Frustration doesn’t even cut it. A stubborn part of me doesn’t want to erase her from my mind. Sure, our night together was beyond words, but it’s not just her physical allure or body’s grace that captivated me. The truth is, I enjoy her company, genuinely.

And now her laughter lingers in my thoughts like an unwelcome guest.

Talking and joking with her has always felt easy, real, and it still does, unlike anything else I’ve ever come across. Every word she utters, every sassy remark—it’s like a jolt to the system, a lightning bolt to the chest. Every glance she gives me sends shockwaves through my soul. With her, it’s like a bolt of lightning, striking at the core of your being. Lizzie has never been just another pretty face or a fleeting moment of fun—she’s a force of nature, pulling you into her swirling orbit with a gravity you can’t escape.

Fact is, somehow, she has touched my heart, left a mark on my soul, and I can’t shake off the damn impact she’s had on me. No matter what I do, I can’t get her out of my head, and it’s driving me crazy. She’s driving me crazy.

It gets to the point where I actually invite Gavin over for dinner so I can talk about it.

A first for me. But God damnit, I don’t know what else to do.

To his credit, he remains surprisingly calm and quiet until I finish my story. Only then does he react. “Wait, so, she’s one of your…patients?” he asks, his burger untouched on his plate.

“Not mine, my colleague’s,” I correct. “I ended up filling in since she went into labor early.”

“Let me get this straight. The chick you’ve been hung up on for months moved on with somebody else and had a kid? That fucking sucks. I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is. I mean, from what I gathered, she’s single again, but it’s not really the best time to try to reconnect, all things considered.”

“That’s fair. She did ghost you and then have another man’s baby. But the fact you’re still thinking about her after all that means you’ve got it bad.”

“Or I just fucking hate myself.” Spearing my fingers through my hair, I lean back in my seat.

“Yup.” Gavin nods.

I’ve always been able to have anything I wanted once I set my sights on it. Lizzie remains the one thing that seems to be constantly out of my reach. I’ve been out plenty of times over the past few months. Gotten laid, had fun times, even gone out with a few girls on several dates and enjoyed myself every time. But after just one freaking day, thoughts of Lizzie have returned with a vengeance. It’s damn distracting. And also means I’ve been lying to myself. Clearly, I haven’t moved on. I can’t get Lizzie out of my mind.

“Was her baby cute?”

“Damn cute.”

“Well, maybe it’s a sign,” Gavin says, leaning back with a thoughtful expression.

“A sign of what?”

“I don’t know, that you two are meant to be in each other’s lives in some way.”

I give him a smirk. “That’s oddly romantic of you.”

“Hey, I’m a romantic guy.”

“Since when?” I snort.

“Deep down. Don’t tell anyone though. I’m all about low standards.”

I chuckle. “Well, if that’s the case, the universe definitely has a sense of humor.”

“Look, all I’m saying is, don’t shut the door on her just yet. You clearly are a loser who can’t move on and can’t stop thinking about how to get her under you again. It looks like you have strong feelings and, based on what you’ve told me, the fact she didn’t ignore you or shut you out means that there might still be feelings on her end. Maybe she didn’t call because shit got in the way. Or a million other reasons. But trust me, she’ll call you.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Well, you’re not the father,” he says, “but I bet she wants one for the kid.”

“She didn’t call me, remember? And she didn’t ask me for my number at the hospital either.”

“Why didn’t you ask for hers?”

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