The Doctor's Fake Nanny: Contemporary BWWM Romance

by Tiana Cole

  They lay stiffly beside each other on the bed. The silence between them was like a wall that kept them apart.

  After a few minutes of waiting to see if he would make the first move, Cassidy turned to face him and whispered softly, “Tristan, I’m sorry for what I said. You have never made me feel like a mistress. It was a low blow, and I’m sorry for saying it.”

  “Come here,” he replied, taking her into his arms. “I know that there are a lot of things we don’t know about each other. You’ll probably find out things about me that you won’t like. But I’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

  “Oh, Tristan, what is there not to like about you? I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be beside you right now.”

  “My cock sure feels like the lucky one. Here… feel it…” he replied, grabbing her hand and putting it against his erection.

  “You’re such a bastard,” she giggled as she started a slow caress.

  He threw his head back in ecstasy as Cassidy increased the pressure on his cock. She relaxed her grip and slid her hand up and then down, following the hardness.

  "You like that, don’t you?” she asked as she lowered herself down between his thighs.

  The frenetic nodding was all the encouragement she needed. She parted her lips slightly, stuck her tongue out, and licked the head of his cock. The dew that had accumulated at the small opening tasted sweet in her mouth. She was on fire now.

  She parted her lips even wider and sucked slowly, inch by inch. The sound of his ragged breathing aroused her even more.

  “Oh, Cassidy… that feels so good, baby.”

  Cassidy increased her tempo, alternating the pressure of her lips around his cock. She wanted all of him.

  “Stop, baby, stop… or I’ll cum in your mouth,” Tristan protested.

  She didn’t argue when he angled his body and pushed her down on the bed. He trailed soft kisses down her neck and fondled her breasts before undressing her.

  His eager hands tugged at the straps of her silky nightdress. She felt his fingers slowly draw up the hem over her knees, up her thighs. His fingers wandered across her swollen lips, tantalizing her with his touch.

  Cassidy sucked in her breath wanting more. Then with one swift motion he lifted her back and swept the garment off, tossing it to the floor. His lips trailed kisses from her chin to her chest. Her breathing hitched as his lips took possession of her nipples and sucked on them. When his hands reached down between her legs and parted them wide, she already knew the havoc his fingers and tongue would cause her pussy.

  It didn’t take long before she was quivering, holding her orgasm at bay until he was ready to enter her.

  Tristan touched her lips with the tip of his cock. A slight pressure opened them enough for his cock to find her nub. She gasped in pleasure as he slid the tip back and forth heightening her arousal.

  Then gently he entered. She felt his cock slide against the moisture inside her. He pushed deep. Tristan’s cock felt good inside of her. She grasped him tightly as her vaginal wall contracted. The friction was like gasoline on a burning fire. Her contractions intensified as he thrust.

  She clasped her hands behind his neck and met his thrusts perfectly. It wasn’t long before Tristan’s body went rigid, his thrusts more and more frenzied.

  “I’m cumming…” Cassidy gasped, panting heavily.

  It was all Tristan needed to hear before he released himself inside her.

  Cassidy felt a strange stirring inside her heart. It was an intense emotion she'd never felt before, and it caught her by surprise. Tristan had total control over her body. She didn’t mind that, but she realized her heart wanted him to conquer it as well… and it was a thought that scared her shitless.

  Chapter Seven

  “Ron, do you mind if I take off after lunch? I’d like to go see a doctor. I can’t seem to shake off this bug,” Cassidy complained to her boss.

  “Sure thing,” he replied. “You’ve been looking a bit pale lately."

  “Thanks, Ron. I shouldn’t take too long. About an hour or two, maybe?” she assured him.

  Cassidy was glad Tristan was away for the next couple of days. It was difficult keeping things from him, and she didn’t want him to know she’d be seeing a doctor today. The nausea was coming more often and it was difficult to pretend that everything was alright. She didn’t want to make a big issue of it, but she had to admit that it worried her a bit. She’d never been truly sick in her entire life and the idea of having cancer just like her mom was distressing, to say the least.

  She took a bus to Union Square and entered a small waiting room. The receptionist was entertaining another patient as she entered the door.

  “Will be with you soon, honey,” she called out, pointing to some chairs by the wall.

  Cassidy rifled through some old magazines before the receptionist was ready for her. She asked her to fill out some forms as Cassidy began the laborious task of writing down her medical history on a paper. She ticked off boxes pertinent to her.

  Prolonged Medical treatment or repeated admission for treatment –No

  Heart condition –No

  Diabetes –No

  Blood condition –No

  Kidney or Bladder disease –No

  Cancer –Yes. (Mom. Stage 3 breast cancer.)

  An addiction to drugs or alcohol –No

  Are you taking any prescribed pills or medication –No

  Are you pregnant –No

  She handed the form back to the nurse who announced, “Dr. Perry will see you now.”

  Cassidy entered the doctor’s office. It was small with an examination table pushed back against one side of the wall. Dr Perry, an elderly gentleman with bushy white hair and twinkling blue eyes, motioned her to sit in one of two chairs fronting a table littered with medical reports and tests results.

  “What can I do for you, Missy?” he asked in a melodic voice.

  “I’ve been feeling sick lately. I think I must have caught a virus or something…” Cassidy replied as she recounted the nausea, lack of appetite, and the constant headaches. “…and because my mom has cancer, I’m scared I might have it too,” she ended.

  Doctor Perry listened attentively before he said, “Tut! Tut! Tut! Let’s not jump into any conclusions yet. Most people are born with a gene mutation that they inherited from their mother or father. We often refer to this as a damaged gene that puts someone at higher risk for cancer than a person who does not possess that gene. It normally lays dormant in the body, but can be triggered by too much stress or an unhealthy lifestyle.”

  Cassidy nodded her head, trying to keep up with the doctor.

  “So… how will I know if I have it or not?”

  “We can usually determine it through a simple blood test. I need to draw blood from you.”

  She swallowed hard. She always hated needles.

  Doctor Perry smiled at her reaction and said, “Oh, you’ll hardly feel a thing. I’ll give you a lollipop if you don’t cry.”

  Cassidy laughed and was instantly at ease. The doctor was telling her the truth. She closed her eyes as the needle entered her skin. It was like getting bit by an ant.

  “There you go… Come back in thirty minutes. We should have the results by then.”

  She spent the time waiting by sitting on a bench, munching on a hotdog in a park just across the street. She mused over how great things were going between herself and Tristan. Although they hadn’t discussed their relationship seriously, Cassidy had never been happier. Tristan was easy: undemanding and with a great sense of humor. He wasn’t the type of guy who held back when they were having sex. He came with guns blazing. Cassidy had no complaints. Neither did he poke his nose in into the things she did when they weren’t together. He accepted her quirkiness and said it made her more desirable.

  Since that night at the park when she rebuffed his offer to help with her mom’s medical expenses, he'd never talked about it again. Sometimes she wondered if she did t
he right thing. His offer could ease her family’s burden, but the thought made her cringe. It wasn’t like they had some sort of commitment. If he was her fiancée or her husband, maybe things would be different.

  Fiancée? Is he even the marrying type? She wondered silently.

  There was really a lot she didn’t know about him. Where did he go everyday when she was out working? He must have a large allowance from his rich parents. He didn’t seem to do anything else except for his photography. What else was he into?

  When he casually mentioned last night that he would be gone for a couple of days, she was tempted to ask why, where, and when he was coming back, until she realized it wasn’t her business to pry. He did suggest that she stay instead of going back to her apartment, but Cassidy said no. He shrugged his shoulders and left it at that.

  “You’re such an obstinate little creature,” he muttered, before taking her into his arms.

  Cassidy missed him now that he was gone. She would have wanted him to be her with her to hold her hand if the results of the blood test were bad. Glancing at her watch, she realized Doctor Perry should have them by now. She chucked the remains of the hotdog and the paper cup into a nearby trash bin. She walked briskly back into the clinic, quite aware of how nervous she was to hear the results.

  The nurse at the reception gave her an odd look she couldn’t fathom, and then ushered her straight to the doctor’s office. Doctor Perry was studying a piece of paper and gave her a warm smile before gesturing for her to take a seat. Cassidy felt her heart beating like a caged animal inside her chest. This was the moment of truth.

  “Well,” Doctor Perry began, slowly placing the paper on table, “the good news is you don’t have any signs of cancer in your blood…”

  “Oh thank goodness,” Cassidy sighed in relief.

  “…there is something else that you have, however,” he added.

  Cassidy stiffened, her relief vanishing into thin air.

  “I see from your medical form that you’re single. Am I right?” Doctor Perry asked.

  Cassidy nodded, wondering what that had to do with being sick or not.

  “You have a boyfriend?”

  She nodded again, wondering where this was leading to.

  “You’ve been having unprotected sex.”

  Cassidy nodded, flushing. It wasn’t a question. And then it hit her.

  “Do I have some kind of STD?” she asked in shock.

  Doctor Perry’s face turned serious. Cassidy blanched. She was right. Tristan had given her an STD.

  “No! No! No! You don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases.”

  Cassidy fell back into the chair with relief.

  “Miss Johnson, it appears you’re pregnant! I believe six to seven weeks, if my estimate is correct.”

  Cassidy staggered. Doctor Perry could have hit her with a feather and she would have fallen backwards if she wasn’t already seated.

  “How? Wait, what? Huh?” she stammered, unable to make a coherent thought.

  "My dear girl, babies are usually the result of having sex. And if you have no birth control, well… this is what happens.”

  Cassidy turned into a statue. Her legs felt leaden and her arms flopped by her side. She hardly understood the questions Doctor Perry asked. Her world was spinning and yet everything fell into place. The nausea, feeling ill all the time, the sudden mood swings, the smell of coffee that she found detestable: these were all symptoms of pregnancy.

  She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. Tristan’s baby.

  “Oh my God!” She exclaimed, startled and surprised.

  “You haven’t discussed this possibility with him, then?” Doctor Perry asked sympathetically.

  Cassidy shook her head.

  “You have options if this isn’t something you want.”

  “An abortion?” she asked in horror.

  “That’s only one of them. I was going to say adoption. Give the baby up after you’ve given birth. Abortion is not something I would suggest, but yes, it is an option for you. And you’re still in the early stages for it to be done safely.”

  Cassidy was staggered. Were those her only options?

  “Miss Johnson,” Doctor Perry continued, “in all the years that I’ve been a doctor, I have seen countless girls go through the same thing. There is one piece of advice I always give, and it is to talk to the father of the baby. Don’t make this decision by yourself.”

  Cassidy stood up slowly, unable to think clearly. She thanked him for the vitamins he prescribed before walking out the door to wait for the bus. She needed to get back to the café. She promised Ron she would.

  She gathered her composure as she neared the coffee shop. No one must know about this until she had time to think clearly. Doctor Perry’s words echoed in her mind. She needed to talk to Tristan and tell him she was pregnant. She was unsure about any decision she would make. And the doctor did say she had a couple of weeks should she decide not to go through with it the pregnancy.

  The thought stabbed her heart. This was her baby. The idea of terminating it made her feel like a murderer. But could she give it up for adoption? She shook her chaotic thoughts aside as she entered the door and headed for the counter.

  “Hi, Cass…” Brian greeted her.

  “Hi, Bri…” she replied absentmindedly.

  Just then Ron stuck his head out from the back and saw that she had returned. He approached and asked, “So… what did the doctor say?”

  “Doctor? Who went to the doctor? You, Cass?” Brian asked.

  “I… err… I…”

  Another member of the staff, Melanie, came looking for the tip box and overheard.

  “Are you sick, Cassidy? I thought so. You’ve been looking rotten lately.”

  “Thanks, Melanie…” Cassidy muttered under her breath.

  This was exactly what Cassidy had been avoiding. There were now three people waiting for her reply. She had to think of something fast.

  “Oh, it was nothing. The doctor thinks it’s just a bum stomach and gave me some pills,” she replied, trying desperately for nonchalance.

  “I’m glad it’s nothing then,” Ron replied.

  “Yeah… it's nothing. Probably been eating too much pizza,” Cassidy joked, hoping her chuckle would dismiss the issue and send everybody back to work.

  “Your boyfriend must be a scrooge if that’s all the nosh you eat.” Brian threw in.

  “What boyfriend? Cassidy doesn’t have a guy in her life,” Melanie declared.

  “Boyfriend? Cassidy?” Ron cut in surprise.

  Cassidy’s fear was slowly unfolding before her eyes. Ron’s face was one of reproachful surprise like he had every right to know about it. Melanie was looking at her like she doubted very much if this was true.

  “Oh, you are all so oblivious. Cassidy has a boyfriend. And if it were me, I’d probably hide that fact from all of you,” Brian declared high-handedly.

  Cassidy wanted to hit him with the coffeepot on the counter. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but she was rooted to the spot.

  “Why? What’s wrong with him?” Melanie asked.

  “There’s nothing wrong with him, nitwit,” Brian snorted.

  “Brian, please…” Cassidy begged.

  “Well, if there’s nothing wrong with him, you geek, then how come we’ve never seen him?” Melanie bantered back.

  “Because he drops her off three blocks from the coffee shop. I saw them making out one time inside the car.” Brian was on a roll.

  “Why would he drop you off three blocks away, Cass?” Ron asked, looking at her before focusing his attention back at Brian, “And why do you say that if it were you, you’d do the same thing, too?”

  “Because her boyfriend is Tristan Dell. Maybe she doesn’t want anyone here to know. And he drives a spiffy BMW,” Brain announced with flourish.

  “What’s so great about a BMW?” Melanie asked condescendingly, “My man used to drive a Porsche until I found out it
was a stolen car.”

  “What? No… No… you’re mistaken, Brian. His name is Tristan, but it's Tristan Jones, not Dell. And he is a photographer,” Cassidy finally admitted.

  “You’re so full of shit…” Brian retorted with a grin.

  He eyeballed Cassidy, willing her to tell the truth. But her expression hardly changed. Then his expression morphed into one of stunned disbelief as though she had been living under a rock.

  “You really have no idea, do you? Don’t you people ever read anything except the tabloids? Tristan Jones-Dell invented an app that could extract data from any application program interface that provides a developer with programmatic access to a proprietary software application.”

  “Huh?” Melanie and Ron chorused.

  “Every country in the world wants what he has. And Jones-Dell made it a proprietary app, not an open one. That was fuckin’ genius of him. He’s one of the youngest guys to ever be featured in Forbes 500. And he has the biggest storehouse up in Silicon Valley.”

  Cassidy thought she was dreaming. Brian must be out of his mind.

  “Cassidy,” Brian ended, “you just hit the jackpot. Your boyfriend happens to be a goddamn billionaire.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Cassidy! Cassidy!”

  Cassidy jerked out of her trance. She was holding the client ledger in her hand and staring at it without seeing anything at all. The agency manager, Ed, was standing by the table looking at her strangely.

  “I’m, I’m sorry… I didn’t hear you coming,” she apologized.

  He sighed, holding his exasperation at bay.

  “I’ve called your name a couple of times. Is something wrong?” he asked her.

  “No… No, nothing’s wrong. Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, I guess,” she explained lamely.

  He gave her a look that implied she was walking on thin ice and had better be careful, but his voice was mild, nevertheless stern, when he spoke.

  “Whatever it is, please try and put it aside for now. I need your help. Two of the staff have called in sick, and I need you to pick up the slack.”

  “Of, of course,” she replied, determined to focus on what she had to do.