Page 29 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

The question was innocent enough. But my gut clenched because there was too much I couldn’t say. I opted for the easiest version of the truth. "I was at work. My water broke suddenly, then there was…blood. I don’t remember much after that."

Dom’s jaw tightened. I could see his medical brain turning, analyzing, assessing. Something flickered across his expression, but he didn’t press. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t told him I was pregnant. He didn’t ask who the father was. He merely nodded.

And that was good. That was perfect. Because as long as he didn’t ask, I didn’t have to lie. I needed to get out of here. Not immediately—I wasn’t physically capable of that yet—but soon.

But then, he shifted slightly in his chair, and my eyes betrayed me.

Even now, post-surgery and drowning in exhaustion, I noticed everything. The strength in his frame, how his scrubs hugged his shoulders and chest, the quiet storm in his gaze. The room shrank to just him. And me.

No. Don’t go there.

Still, it hit—the magnetic pull. The heat beneath the panic.

I blamed my hormones for the way my pulse jumped. For the way I felt drawn to him, even after everything that had happened today. Whatever this was, it wasn’treal.It was just biology. Chemicals and memories and exhaustion playing tricks on me. Nothing more. Nothing meaningful.

He was just my doctor.

Wait—no. Not just.

He hadn’t told me he was a doctor.

How the hell had he left that part out?

The pieces didn’t add up.

I thought back to Leo’s stories—Dom always buried in work, missing birthdays, obsessed with success at all costs. Was this it? The ER grind, the medical empire?

Was this why Leo hated him so much? Had Dom played me on that island? Lied to get me into bed, then vanished back to his double life?

My pulse raced as unease settled over me. I needed space from him. Answers too, but mostly space. Because the man sitting beside me wasn’t just a vacation fling anymore—he was a storm, threatening everything I’d built.

“So, you’re a medical company owner?”

He huffed a laugh. “You remember that after everything you’ve been through? Impressive.”

“Hard to forget when a man lies to you.”

His brows bunched. “I didn’t lie to you, Ella.” He stood up and slipped a business card from his wallet with Morbinski Incorporated on it. “See?”

“Yeah. I also saw your phony website. Pretty elaborate way to get laid, don’t you think?”

“Funny. If I remember right, I didn’t mention my company to you until after we’d had sex the first time, so I didn’t exactly need it to get laid, did I?”

He had a point. “Then, why even bring up your fake company after?”

“It’s a real company, Ella.”

“And you work grueling hours in the ER for funsies?”

He exhaled a frustrated breath. “It’s a long story. But I am the owner of Morbinski, and I work here. Why did you leave without saying a word the morning after?”

I closed my eyes and gently shook my head. “Can we not do this right now?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. Are you feeling worse?”

“Just queasy, I think.”

“I’ll see about some Zofran. Be right back.” He left without another word.

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