The Unexpected Crush, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance)

by Wilder, Alexa

  Pulling back finally, Chase had a self-satisfied grin on his face. My courage left me, and I wasn’t sure anymore that confessing my love this early in the morning was the right move.

  “I… I missed you too,” I finally managed. “But I should go, I just wanted to say hi.”

  “Better hurry,” he teased. “Don’t want to be late for your shift. Just because you’re dating the big boss doesn’t give you leave to be tardy.”

  “I hate you,” I growled playfully as I rose from my chair.

  “No you don’t,” he called after me as I made my way to the door.

  “No,” I agreed quietly to myself. “I really don’t.”

  My morning went smoothly, and I almost ceased feeling anxious over the subject of hospital staff knowing about our relationship. I was just starting to calm down when I turned a corner and came face to face with Kyle’s malicious grin.

  “So,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Still not dating Chase Donahue, huh?”

  “I wasn’t dating him back when you first claimed I did,” I replied succinctly and honestly.

  “Sure,” he retorted, shaking his head. “Everything must be so easy for you. You get to help out in surgery, you get handed special jobs — all you had to do was sleep with the boss.”

  “You know,” came the sound of Julia’s voice as she strode up from behind me, “Dr. Talbot seems to think that Donahue is the only reason you were hired in the first place.”

  “You both know that’s not true,” I stated through gritted teeth. “I didn’t even meet Chase until a few weeks after I started my internship. And we’ve only been dating for a week or so.”

  “Chase,” Julia sneered at my intimate reference to the hospital’s CEO.

  “Keep telling people that,” Kyle replied to me. “But no one who saw you two together is going to believe it.

  “Thankfully,” I said. “I don’t care what anyone believes.”

  With that, I turned and marched down the hallway. It definitely stung, being accused of garnering favors from the CEO. I had worked hard to achieve a good reputation, and now it was being torn down simply because of who I chose to date.

  I gritted my teeth for the next hour and a half, counting down to my break. I had texted Carrie — the first time since I’d walked out on our coffee break the week before — and she agreed to meet me for lunch.

  “Look who finally decided to get her head out of her ass,” Carrie said, sitting next to me in the cafeteria. Carrie was smiling, and I knew she was only ribbing me good-naturedly, but I was already in a funk and didn’t take it well.

  “It’s good to see you too,” I said, a little more sharply than I meant to.

  “I’m not the one who’s been MIA for the last week and a half.”

  “Sorry,” I replied. “I was having a rough time and then…”

  “Then…?”

  “Let’s just say I got distracted,” I said.

  “What do you mean?” Carrie asked, her eyes lighting up. “Is the gossip true? Are you and Chase Donahue really dating?” My look must have confirmed her suspicion, for she continued. “I knew it. I told you, didn’t I? I knew you had a thing for Donahue.”

  I knew Carrie didn’t mean any harm with what she was saying — it was all meant to be taken in good fun. But, after my run-in with the other interns, I was in no mood for teasing, good-natured or not.

  “Seriously?” I snapped. “You’re going to tell me ‘I told you so’?”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” Carrie answered defensively. “And I don’t know why you have such an attitude right now. You’re the one who’s dating the handsome super wealthy boss. Things must really suck for you.”

  “I’m suddenly not hungry anymore,” I said, standing up and walking from the room. This marked the second time I’d walked out on Carrie in the last week and a half, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay and make things better between us. Not today.

  I spent the rest of my break in the employee restroom, fighting back tears. Carrie was the only friend I’d made since moving to Oregon, and I didn’t want to lose her. But I also couldn’t believe she’d made that comment about me dating my super wealthy boss. As if money or career opportunities were the reason I was dating Chase. Why would people think that? I knew the answer, of course, but I still felt enraged that people would lump be together with all the previous girls Chase had dated.

  I had been worried about people finding out about our relationship, and now those worries were validated. While Chase was upstairs, working away without a care in the world, I was the one down here making all the sacrifices for our relationship — listening as people questioned both my ethics and my credibility.

  You knew that was always the way it would turn out, I reminded myself angrily. I was the one expected to sacrifice my job, or my goals, or myself, while whomever I was dating wouldn’t have to sacrifice anything at all.

  “That isn’t going to happen,” I said aloud, moving towards the elevator. “Not this time!”

  Without really considering where I was heading, I found myself on the twelfth floor. Chase’s secretary clearly knew about us already, because I was allowed into his office without a second guess. She probably eavesdropped on our conversations, I figured.

  “Kaia,” Chase said, looking up from his paperwork in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

  “I can’t do it,” I replied.

  The smile slid from Chase’s face, quickly replaced by confusion.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “The entire hospital is gossiping about me,” I snapped. “Everyone thinks I slept my way into this internship.”

  “Kaia, that’s ridiculous. No one thinks that,” Chase said dismissively. “You’re overreacting.”

  “I am not. People have seriously said that — to my face. And today wasn’t the first time.” Chase’s face morphed into an angry glare at that information. “And this… ” I motioned between the two of us. “This isn’t worth sacrificing my career over. I’m done sacrificing for other people. Done!”

  “Kaia,” Chase replied, “you’re being ridiculous; this isn’t my fault.”

  “Maybe not,” I answered. “But I don’t know what else to do. I’m sorry.”

  Without letting Chase answer, I turned on my heels and walked out of his office. He called after me, but I didn’t turn around. Instead, I walked towards the elevators with my eyes in front of me, tears running down my face.

  6

  The rest of my day passed in a blur. I could barely focus on what was in front of me, which was not a great state to be in for an Emergency Room intern. Luckily, I got through the rest of my shift without an incident, later followed by a sleepless night tossing and turning alone in my bed. Did I really just do this? After admitting to myself that I was in love with Chase, did I really just break up with him?

  I was changing into my scrubs in the locker room the following morning when I was cornered by Dr. Barns.

  “So,” she said with a huge smile. “You and Chase. I’m not surprised.”

  “Not anymore,” I told her, refusing to meet her eyes. “It’s over.”

  “What?” she asked. “Already?”

  “Yeah,” I replied.

  Dr. Barns led me over to the table, then sat down next to me.

  “Tell me what happened,” she said, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

  “Nothing happened,” I replied. “Not really. I just didn’t want to have to deal with the gossip. Chase is great, but not worth risking my career for.”

  “You seriously ended the relationship before it had even began, over a little gossip?” Dr. Barns asked.

  “It was more than a little gossip. People had already been implying that I’d slept my way into this internship… I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I didn’t need more questions about my professional reputation. Not when I’ve been at this hospital for less than two months.”

  “Kaia,” Dr. Ba
rns reasoned, “no one that really matters to your career thinks that about you. There is a couple of jealous interns spreading rumors. I’m going to make sure that their harassment is nipped in the bud. The committee that hired you — of which I was a part — we all know exactly why you were offered this internship. Anyone else who has worked closely with you understands as well. You’re brilliant.”

  Her words sent a warm feeling across my chest, but I needed to reconfirm why I’d ended things with Chase.

  “Chase and I had only been dating a few days,” I told her. “I just didn’t think it was worth the risk.”

  “Perhaps it wasn’t,” Dr. Barns replied. “But you’ll never know unless you give it a shot.”

  I only nodded. I wasn’t really sure what to think at this point.

  “I know it’s none of my business,” Dr. Barns continued when I didn’t speak. “But I’m going to give you a piece of advice. I’ve had a long and successful career. I’ve sacrificed a lot for it. One of the things I sacrificed was a family. I’ve never been married, never had kids. I haven’t even had that many long-term relationships. I could never find the time in my busy schedule. I always thought I did the right thing, but I often ask myself if it was worth it — if I’d really needed to sacrifice so much, whether or not I could’ve actually had both. I just want you to know this, and to be sure you’re making the right decision for yourself.”

  Finally lifting my eyes, I studied her grave face. She’d always seemed so self-assured and confident; it was hard to imagine that she had regrets.

  “I had best get back to work and I know your shift is about to begin. Just think about what I said.” Dr. Barns offered me a friendly pat on the back before turning and walking out of the locker room.

  Her words ran through my mind all morning. I really needed someone to talk to about all of this. Sucking up my courage, I sent Carrie a text, apologizing for my actions over the last few days and asking to meet for lunch again. I swore I wouldn’t walk out this time, no matter how tense things may become.

  “Hey,” I said hesitantly as Carrie sat down beside me at a table in the cafeteria.

  “I feel like I’m the one who needs to apologize,” she blurted out. “I was just awful to you the other day. I think I was still pissed that you’d walked out before and then ignored me for over a week. Plus, I was just stressed about other stuff — money has been tight, and I haven’t been spending enough time at home with Gabby — and I took it out on you. So I’m sorry. I know you don’t care how rich he is; I was out of line.”

  “I’m sorry too,” I said, giving Carrie a tight hug. “I know I said it over the text, but I needed to say it in person as well. You had every right to be upset with me. I’ve been acting crazy lately.”

  “What’s going on?” Carrie asked, still concerned after all I’d put her through.

  “I don’t deserve you as a friend,” I said with a smile. I then divulged everything that had happened over the last few weeks. I confessed to having sex with Chase for the first time without a condom and the subsequent pregnancy scare. I admitted to my initial struggle over my feelings for Chase and my reservations about making our relationship public knowledge. I then told her about my fear of always having to be the one to sacrifice and how the relationship had opened myself up to even more gossip, so I’d been forced to end it before it had even really begun.

  “What do you mean by that?” Carrie asked. “You keep talking about sacrifice, like you’ve had to do it before.”

  And so I told Carrie about Scott.

  “I chose a school in Chicago just to be with him,” I said. “I never had time to develop any real friendships. I wasn’t able to get involved at all on campus. Any time I wasn’t in class or studying, I was with Scott. I cooked him meals. I cleaned our apartment. I tried so hard to be a good girlfriend. And it was all for nothing. Do you know what the worst part was?” I asked, blinking back tears.

  “What?” Carrie said.

  “When he broke up with me, he actually called me fat. Said I wasn’t willing to work to keep him interested. All I’d done was work to keep him interested. I’m not going to do that again.”

  “You shouldn’t do that again,” Carrie agreed. “The guy sounds like an abusive prick! But… ”

  “But what?” I asked between sobs.

  “Has Chase given you any indication that he’s like that?” I shook my head, and she continued. “Does he seem to have a problem with your body?”

  “No,” I said with a smile. “He actually seems rather fond of my body.”

  “Kaia,” Carrie put her hand on mine, “I think you’re comparing Chase to Scott, when they are two very different people. Has Chase ever expected you to sacrifice your work or your personal time for him.”

  I thought about what she was asked for a few moments.

  “He did suggest that I take some time off, if I was pregnant,” I answered.

  “Don’t you think that’s a little understandable?” she asked.

  “I guess,” I replied. “He also doesn’t seem concerned at all about the rumors that our relationship has caused.”

  “And you shouldn’t be either. Just think about it, Kaia,” Carrie continued. “I don’t like Donahue, I’ll be the first to admit that. But from what you’re telling me, he’s never been anything but a good boyfriend so far.”

  Carrie was right, and I thought about what she’d said long after our lunch ended. Chase wasn’t like Scott. Not really. They were both cocky and always seemed to have smug grins on their faces. But underneath that smug grin, Chase was sweet and caring. And he loved me just as I am, he didn’t want to change me in any way.

  I thought back to our time in San Francisco. Yes, that was a vacation fantasy, not real life. But Scott had never behaved in such a way — so gentle and kind. I thought back to the moment I’d walked out of his office for the last time — the painful look on Chase’s face. He’d seemed utterly crushed, and I kicked myself now for making him feel that way when he’d always gone out on a limb to make me feel good — at least since we’d come to a better understanding about each other.

  No, I didn’t want to sacrifice my job for a relationship, but was I really willing to sacrifice love as well?

  When I was with Scott, at that time I’d thought I’d been in love with him. But it had never felt like this.

  And that was my answer. What I gained through my relationship with Chase was so much more than the things I was being forced to sacrifice. I didn’t know what to do next; all I knew was that I needed to make things right with Chase.

  7

  “What do you want, Kaia?” Chase asked after opening his door. He looked even more pathetic than the last time I’d shown up on his doorstep, announcing my affections. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow and he didn’t look like he’d showered in days.

  “Can I come in?” I asked

  “That’s a bad idea,” he replied, not budging from his place in the doorway. “I think you should leave.”

  “Chase, please just let me say my peace. Then, if you want me to go, I’ll go.”

  “Fine,” he said, “but you can say what you need to say right here on the porch.”

  I bit down on my sarcastic reply, reminding myself that he had every right to be angry with me. I had, after all, broken up with him for no reason. I had punished him for my own insecurities. I needed to prove to him that I regretted how I acted.

  “I’m sorry,” I began, thinking that was the best place to start. “I am so sorry. People started talking about us, and I freaked out. I treated you unfairly and if I could take it all back, I could.”

  “But you can’t,” Chase said, sounding unmoved.

  “I can’t,” I agreed. “But I want to make it better. I want to fix this. I want to fix us.”

  “I don’t think we can be fixed,” Chase replied.

  That statement tore through me, practically ripping my heart out of my chest. He’s hurting, I reminded myself. There had to be a way
for me to fix this, I just had to figure out how.

  “Look,” I began. “I know I was in the wrong — on a lot of levels. I didn’t treat you fairly about the extra work you were giving me, or about the pregnancy, or even about the consequences of our relationship going public. I have been made aware that I’d been allowing insecurities from an old relationship dictate how I reacted in this one, and that wasn’t fair to you.”

  “And if I let you in?” Chase asked. “What then? What’s to say you won’t keep treating me that way? What’s to say that I won’t take you back only to have you walk out on me again next week?”

  “Nothing,” I admitted in barely a whisper. “Nothing except how much I love you and how much I’m willing to fight for you — even if that fight is against my own insecurities. You’re amazing, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you — even if you won’t let me in tonight. I promise. I’m not giving up.”

  I wasn’t able to finish my train of thought, as Chase was suddenly pressed against me. His arms were around my neck, pulling my mouth towards his. Once my mind caught on to what was happening, I wrapped my hands around Chase as tightly as I could, vowing never to let him go.

  “I love you so much,” he panted against my lips, never removing his lips from my own.

  Eventually, Chase did pull away, though he didn’t take his hands off of me and didn’t seem bothered that I was unwilling to let go of him just yet.

  Clinging to each other, we made our way into the house. In the living room, however, Chase did pull away.

  “Um…” he said embarrassedly, running a hand through his greasy hair. “I should shower.”

  Taking in his full appearance, I could see just how disheveled he looked. He appeared to be wearing the same outfit he’d had on yesterday, though he’d lost the jacket and tie, and the shirt was half unbuttoned. The wrinkles in all of his clothes suggested that he’d slept in them.