Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Dave
Chapter 2 - Izzy
Chapter 3 - Dave
Chapter 4 - Izzy
Chapter 5 - Dave
Chapter 6 - Izzy
Chapter 7 - Dave
Chapter 8 - Izzy
Chapter 9 - Dave
Chapter 10 - Izzy
Chapter 11 - Dave
Chapter 12 - Izzy
Chapter 13 - Dave
Chapter 14 - Izzy
Chapter 15 - Dave
Chapter 16 - Izzy
Chapter 17 - Dave
Chapter 18 - Dave
Chapter 19 - Izzy
Chapter 20 - Dave
Chapter 21 - Izzy
Chapter 22 - Dave
Chapter 23 - Izzy
Chapter 24 - Dave
Chapter 25 - Izzy
Chapter 26 - Dave
Chapter 27 - Izzy
Chapter 28 - Dave
Chapter 29 - Izzy
Chapter 30 - Dave
Chapter 31 - Izzy
Chapter 32 - Dave
Chapter 33 - Izzy
Chapter 34 - Dave
Chapter 35 - Izzy
Chapter 36 - Dave
Chapter 37 - Izzy
Chapter 38 - Dave
Chapter 39 - Izzy
Chapter 40 - Dave
Chapter 41 - Izzy
Chapter 42 - Dave
Chapter 43 - Izzy
Chapter 44 - Dave
Chapter 45 - Izzy
Chapter 46 - Dave
Chapter 47 - Izzy
Chapter 48 - Dave
Epilogue - Izzy
Chapter 1 - Valerie
Chapter 2 - Clay
Chapter 3 - Valerie
Chapter 4 - Clay
Chapter 5 - Valerie
Chapter 6 - Clay
Chapter 7 - Valerie
Chapter 8 - Clay
Chapter 9 - Valerie
Chapter 10 - Clay
Chapter 11 - Valerie
Chapter 12 - Clay
Chapter 13 - Valerie
Chapter 14 - Clay
Chapter 15 - Valerie
Chapter 16 - Clay
Chapter 17 - Valerie
Chapter 18 - Clay
Chapter 19 - Valerie
Chapter 20 - Clay
Chapter 21 - Valerie
Chapter 22 - Clay
Chapter 23 - Valerie
Chapter 24 - Clay
Chapter 25 - Valerie
Chapter 26 - Clay
Chapter 27 - Valerie
Chapter 28 - Clay
Chapter 29 - Valerie
Chapter 30 - Clay
Chapter 31 - Valerie
Chapter 32 - Clay
Chapter 33 - Valerie
Chapter 34 - Clay
Chapter 35 - Valerie
Chapter 36 - Clay
Chapter 37 - Valerie
Chapter 38 - Clay
Chapter 39 - Valerie
Chapter 40 - Clay
Chapter 41 - Valerie
Chapter 42 - Clay
Chapter 43 - Valerie
Chapter 44 - Clay
Chapter 45 - Valerie
Chapter 46 - Clay
Chapter 47 - Valerie
Chapter 48 - Clay
Chapter 49 - Valerie
Chapter 50 - Clay
Epilogue - Valerie
Book III of the Doctor’s Orders Series:
Doctor L:
A Second-Chance Fake Marriage Romance
Lilian Monroe
(Twitter: @Lily_Author
Facebook: @MonroeRomance)
Table of Contents
Description
Chapter 1 - Dave
Chapter 2 - Izzy
Chapter 3 - Dave
Chapter 4 - Izzy
Chapter 5 - Dave
Chapter 6 - Izzy
Chapter 7 - Dave
Chapter 8 - Izzy
Chapter 9 - Dave
Chapter 10 - Izzy
Chapter 11 - Dave
Chapter 12 - Izzy
Chapter 13 - Dave
Chapter 14 - Izzy
Chapter 15 - Dave
Chapter 16 - Izzy
Chapter 17 - Dave
Chapter 18 - Dave
Chapter 19 - Izzy
Chapter 20 - Dave
Chapter 21 - Izzy
Chapter 22 - Dave
Chapter 23 - Izzy
Chapter 24 - Dave
Chapter 25 - Izzy
Chapter 26 - Dave
Chapter 27 - Izzy
Chapter 28 - Dave
Chapter 29 - Izzy
Chapter 30 - Dave
Chapter 31 - Izzy
Chapter 32 - Dave
Chapter 33 - Izzy
Chapter 34 - Dave
Chapter 35 - Izzy
Chapter 36 - Dave
Chapter 37 - Izzy
Chapter 38 - Dave
Chapter 39 - Izzy
Chapter 40 - Dave
Chapter 41 - Izzy
Chapter 42 - Dave
Chapter 43 - Izzy
Chapter 44 - Dave
Chapter 45 - Izzy
Chapter 46 - Dave
Chapter 47 - Izzy
Chapter 48 - Dave
Epilogue - Izzy
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Izzy
Yesterday he told me he’s hated me for the past ten years.
Today he’s asking me to marry him?!
Dave Langley has hated me ever since the crash that killed his parents and little sister. He lost his whole family and I lost my best friend. Deep down I don’t blame him, that’s why I haven’t tried to change his mind.
But now he’s looking at me, waiting to hear me say yes or no to that question that most girls dream about their whole lives. Somehow it doesn’t seem so romantic when he’s offering to pay me for my ‘yes'.
And yet, when I see his broad, muscular chest and his piercing blue eyes all I can think of is yes, yes, YES!
Dave
Those hips, those eyes, those lips - the second I see my grandfather’s new nurse I know I’m in trouble. She’s irresistible, and she’s also the one person I’ve sworn I’ll never speak to again.
But when my entire inheritance hangs in the balance, I have to make a quick decision. I just hope I haven’t gotten myself into more trouble than it's worth.
Sometimes, the past has secrets that are best left undisturbed.
Doctor L is Book 3 of the Doctor’s Orders series, a standalone second chance romance with high heat level and as always, no cheating and a happily ever after!
Chapter 1 - Dave
The first Thursday of the month is always a good day. It’s Steak and Cigars with my grandfather, our monthly ritual that has lasted through the years. Well, almost. I’ve been busy with work and life this past little while and I haven’t been back to the big house on Long Island in just over three months.
I pat my chest to make sure the fine Cuban cigars are still tucked away in my jacket. Feeling them safe in my breast pocket, I nod to myself and swing my legs out of the car. I slam the door to my all-black Mercedes, smoothing my hair down in the reflection from the tinted black windows. That car was my birthday present to myself this year: things have been going well at the plastic surgery practice where I work. I’ve just gotten a raise, my cl
ients are booking more procedures with me and my work is starting to get noticed across the state. Things are good, really good. I whistle to myself as I turn towards the house.
My footsteps crunch on the white gravel underneath me as I walk up the winding pathway to my grandfather’s house. There’s a bounce in my step.
I get to the tall double oak doors and grab the handle. I never ring the doorbell - they’re always expecting me on Thursday dinner nights. I push the heavy gold-coloured handle down and to my surprise, it doesn’t swing downwards when I press it. It’s locked. I frown, fishing in my pockets for my keys. It must be the new live-in nurse, I tell myself. She doesn't know how things work yet.
I sigh, trying not to judge her too harshly before I’ve even met her. It’s been a long process to find this nurse. I’ve already had to fire two other nurses for making mistakes with his medication and care regimen. He sounds happy enough with her, but I’m hoping to use this meal as a gauge to see if she really is taking care of him properly. Finally I find my key an slide it into the lock, swinging the door open and stepping through.
“Pop! Hope you’ve got the grill ready!” I call out into the huge house. I close the door behind me and wipe my shoes on the plush foyer carpet.
“In here,” comes a faint voice from the living room to the left. I can almost imagine where he’ll be sitting, in his favourite leather wing-backed chair facing the front window, book in hand. It feels good to be home.
I walk the few steps towards the room and turn the corner.
I am not prepared for what I see.
I try not to let the shock show on my face. Horror, even. I feel a sense of anger growing in me slowly, curling up in the pit of my stomach towards my throat. They’ve been hiding his decline from me! The in-home care company should be telling me everything. The housekeeper could have told me, or hell, even Neville the gardener could have picked up the phone and called.
I should have been here.
Pop is frail and wrinkled. His skin looks paper thin as he sits in his chair, heavy blanket thrown over his legs. He’s got a book in his hands but it’s closed, hands folded over it on his lap. I take a deep breath and try to rearrange my features to hide the torrent of emotions inside of me.
“Pop! How have you been?” My voice sounds strange. It sounds forced, and just a bit too loud in the big room. There’s a chill in the air that I’ve never felt before.
“Davey, come over here,” Pop croaks, raising a thin arm and waving his curled hand towards me. Even straightening his fingers seems like it’s too much of an effort. “I would get up but these old bones aren’t made for movement much anymore.”
“Sit, sit,” I tell him. “Don’t move for me.” I try to ignore the lump in my throat as I take a seat on the long sofa to his right. He turns his head slowly and smiles at me. I feel my throat tighten as I see how difficult every movement is for him.
“So tell me about your promotion, Davey. You’ve been doing well at work, I’m proud of you.” His voice seems so watery, and the way he’s moving is like he’s swimming in molasses. Everything just seems so laboured.
“Ah, you know how it is, Pop! They seem happy enough with me.” I force a smile. “I want to talk about you though!” I lean in and glance around conspiratorially. “How’s the new nurse. She treating you ok?”
Pop grins. “She’s doing a fine job, David. Don’t worry about me one bit.” He almost never uses my full name. He looks at me for a second longer and I feel like something is off. I nod and lean back.
“As long as you’re happy,” I respond. I shift in my seat and can’t seem to get comfortable. He doesn’t say anything so I continue, glancing out the big front windows. “The lawn is looking good these days! Neville’s always been the best gardener in the state.” I’m not quite sure what to say right now, which is an unfamiliar feeling. Usually conversations with Pop come easily.
Pop nods and I hear him take a long difficult breath. I wince. He’s aged so much in the past months, I can hardly believe it.
Just when I start racking my brain to say something else, I hear soft footsteps behind me.
“Ok, Arthur, it’s time for your medication!” A gentle, musical voice rings out, and somewhere in the depths of my memory something stirs. I know that voice. Pop shifts in his seat and turns his head. He smiles at the woman behind me. I turn my head as well and my jaw almost drops to the ground.
This woman - the new nurse - is drop dead gorgeous. Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a low bun and her almond-shaped hazel eyes are bright and intelligent. She’s looking at Pop, carrying a small paper cup and a glass of water. Her white uniform is not quite form-fitting, but I can see the way it hugs the curve of her hips and betrays the body underneath it. I feel myself inhale sharply. I can’t help but notice the way her blouse pulls at the front and how she almost glides over the carpet towards us. My cock jumps up immediately and I shift in my seat to hide it.
I narrow my eyes and keep looking at her. She’s so familiar. My brow furrows as my eyes rake over her body. The realisation hits me and I fall back in my seat. I know who she is. My stomach curls and memories fill my head from ten years ago, from the accident that killed my family. Finally her eyes flick to me and she gives me a shy smile.
“Hi, Davey,” she says softly. “Long time no see.”
“David,” Pop says slowly. “You remember Isabelle?”
Chapter 2 - Izzy
The day I’ve been dreading for the past month has arrived. David Langley is sitting in front of me, reclined casually on the sofa and drilling those icy blue eyes into me. I can almost see the hatred pouring out of them. It’s like a punch in the gut.
It’s the first Thursday of the month and Arthur has told me Dave is coming for dinner for their monthly ritual. I can tell Arthur has been looking forward to it, he’s mentioned it almost every day for the past week. And now, today, he’s finally here. I try to keep my gaze steady but all I want to do is turn around and run.
I haven’t seen Dave Langley since that horrible day when I was seventeen years old. That’s ten years ago now, but he still looks as amazing as ever. I think I’ve had a crush on him since I was about four years old when I first met his sister Hannah. Then the accident happened and everything fell apart. I lost my best friend, and he lost his sister, his mom and his dad.
I took this job before I knew who Arthur Langley was. It was just so convenient - good pay, in-home placement, convenient location. He lives in Manhasset which is a reasonable drive from my place in Queens. It means I can be home as early as possible to spend time with my little sister. I was so excited when I got the position, but I should have known it was too good to be true.
It wasn’t until my first day, when I walked into the house and saw all the photos of their family that I realised I’d been hired by his grandfather. He even had a photo of me in the living room! It was from one of our many camping trips together, when both our families would spend long summer weekends together. When I saw the picture I almost burst into tears. Hannah’s smile shone through the photo and she had her arm around my shoulder. We were both laughing.
Arthur told me about Dave and how he came to live with him after the accident. “Small world,” I’d said with a forced smile as my stomach dropped. He’d nodded and patted my forearm with his wrinkled hand before walking away.
I wanted to quit right away. I wanted to walk out the door and never come back. I wanted to leave and never look at Arthur or Dave or any of those photos of their happy family again, but I couldn’t. I can’t. This job is an opportunity that I’ll never have and I know that if I asked for a transfer it would be tantamount to asking to be fired. People don’t ask for transfers from in-home care placements like this one.
But now as I stand in front of Dave Langley, I’m regretting that decision. I should have turned around and walked out the big double doors as soon as I saw whose house it was. I want to curl up into a ball and let the grou
nd swallow me whole.
I want him to stop looking at me like that but at the same time I feel something igniting inside me. His eyes are so bright and for a second I forget myself and I can’t look away. My blood runs hotter and I feel the heat pooling in my centre as he looks me up and down. I want to disappear but at the same time I never want him to stop looking at me like that.
He opens his mouth and I hear the smooth depth of his voice. It sends a thrill through my whole body.
“Izzy,” he says. “I didn’t know you were caring for Pop.”
There’s an edge to his words. It’s almost a question. Why didn’t I know you were caring for Pop, he’s asking.
“The company placed me here almost four weeks ago. I… I thought Arthur would have told you about me.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence between the three of us. Both Dave and I turn to look at Arthur.
“Must have slipped my mind,” he says with a shrug. His eyes drift out the window and he stays quiet. I keep staring at Arthur but he keeps his eyes trained on the windows. I’ve known him long enough to know that even at his age, nothing just ‘slips his mind’.
I turn to Arthur and hold out the paper cup and glass of water.
“Time for your medication, Arthur,” I tell him. His old, wrinkled hand reaches out and I put the small handful of pills into it. He takes the glass of water in the other hand and swallows the pills one by one. I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with every gulp. I try to ignore the prickly feeling on the back of my neck as I stand there. I know Dave is watching my every move.
Arthur hands the glass of water back to me. Satisfied he’s taken all his medication I straighten myself back up.
“Ok, well I’ll leave you to it. Your housekeeper -”
“Maria,” Dave interrupts harshly.
I gulp. “Maria will have your dinner ready in about half an hour,” I say. I glance at Dave and nod quickly, trying to ignore the way his stare is piercing right through me. I shuffle out of the room and close the door behind me, leaning against it and letting all the air out of my lungs. That was a thousand times more stressful than I thought it would be.
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