The Doctor’s Claim (Billionaire's Passion #1)

by Alizeh Valentine

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

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  Dirk

  I am a master. An elitist. I am at the top of my field, and I know what I am doing.

  Women want me. They worship me. They come to me to fulfill all their needs—all of them.

  I can have any one of them I want. But I only want her.

  A goddess with a perfect body. So pure, so vulnerable. She takes notice of me, but I obsess over her.

  I know how this game is played, and I know she can have her pick of the lot as well. Anyone would be lucky to have her, and everyone knows it.

  No matter what, no one else can have her. Everyone wants her, but only I can have her.

  I will have her.

  I need her.

  Charli

  I am young, strong and smart. I can make it in this world.

  I know I am beautiful, and my beauty is the kind that the world finds captivating. I turn heads everywhere I go. I might not act like I notice, but I do.

  Yet, life is a game. Love is a game. Beauty is a game.

  I am beautiful, right?

  Everyone is telling me to change. I’m not good enough as I am.

  I need to be better.

  I want to be on top of the world, but I feel knocked to my knees.

  I will rise again.

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  The Doctor’s Claim

  A Billionaire Single Daddy Romance

  By Alizeh Valentine

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Alex

  Billionaire trauma surgeon... you'd think it would get me some time off to enjoy myself.

  Unfortunately, this holiday, I'm heading up to White Pines, Wisconsin to see my family. I end up on the goddamn bus, protecting a cute little thing from an asshole who's getting grabby.

  I don't take too kindly to people pawing at what's mine, and from the minute I lay eyes on pretty Chloe Becker, I have a feeling she's meant to be mine. Then I find out she's got a baby in her, and, other man's baby or no, something about a sweetly breeding girl just drives me wild.

  She's an innocent girl, whose idea of fun is burgers and star gazing… Maybe before the holiday season is over I can show her what kind of fun I like to get up to.

  Chloe

  I just wanted to meet up with my sisters and decide what we were going to do with Grandma's house. Things were already going to be tough enough telling my overly-accomplished sisters that I was pregnant and looking forward to single motherhood.

  Then there's an asshole on the bus, I'm pretty sure things are going to get nasty, and out of nowhere comes Alex Reed.

  He's a billionaire trauma surgeon from one of the richest families in White Pines, so what's he want with me?

  As it turns out, he's got plenty of ideas, beginning with his c*ck and ending with me flat on my back.

  This is going to be one wild holiday!

  Chapter One

  Chloe

  The bus was late getting to our stop, and the half-dozen other people waiting with me were restless. Three weeks before Christmas, the freezing Illinois air caused every breath I exhaled to turn into dragon-like steam. I imagined telling my future son or daughter that we were descended from dragons, and the idea made me smile a little as I touched my stomach through my thick coat.

  Just two months along now, my baby was a whopping three centimeters long. Despite my circumstances, despite the fact that in about 8 hours I was going to need to spill my whole sorry story to my sisters, I was still giddy. My oldest sister Mara liked to say that I had about as much sense as a Jack in the Box, and maybe she was right, but nothing was going to stop me from being happy about having a little boy or girl as a Christmas surprise.

  Anxious as I was about confronting my sisters, I also really wasn't looking forward to the six-hour trip up to White Pines, Wisconsin, but nothing could dampen my spirits—nothing, that is, until I saw the man watching me through the crowd. There was nothing obviously wrong with him. He was dressed nicely enough and wasn’t bothering anyone. It was just the way he watched me, not even bothering to hide it.

  I'd been using the bus long enough that I could spot a problem, and this man, staring at me like I was a chicken dinner, was definitely going to be a problem. He grinned as if being caught staring was a good thing, and licked his lips. When I scowled, he only laughed, and just as the bus pulled up, he started towards me. The idea of being stuck in a seat with that guy all the way up to White Pines was not my idea of a good time.

  I looked around desperately as the bus driver ticked our names off of his clipboard and started loading the bus. There were so many empty seats on the bus, and the creep was practically right behind me. I walked past a college couple and a pair of sisters sharing their seats, then past a mom with a cranky toddler. My eyes swept from seat to seat, searching for an escape. There! Beside a man reading a newspaper, there was an empty spot.

  “Hi! Is this seat taken?”

  Newspaper Guy looked up in surprise, but before he could answer, I stuck my bag under the seat and sat down.

  “Thank you so much!” I chirped, and smiled as the creep skulked off to find another seat.

  “It might have been taken,” my new seatmate said pointedly. “At the very least, did you miss the dozen other completely empty seats around us?”

  A moment ago he’d merely been my escape route. Now I actually noticed that he wasn’t much more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight at most, with sandy blond hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a black wool coat that looked expensive, and unlike most of the men on the bus who wore jeans and boots, he wore slacks and dress shoes. I realized he looked like a man who should have had a sleek Mercedes or an Audi or something. So what was he doing on a bus to nowhere, instead of flying first class, at least?

  His eyebrows arched irritably—I didn’t know eyebrows could be irritable—as he waited for me to answer him.

  “Sorry about this,” I whispered. “There's a creep who looked like he wanted a seat with me, and I'm going to be on this bus for six hours. I'll get out of your hair later, all right?”

  I thought, best case scenario, that my seatmate would go back to his newspaper, grudgingly letting me keep the sanctuary I had found. Instead, his dark gaze sharpened, and his frown deepened.

  “What did he do?” he a
sked, and I blinked at the slight growl in his voice.

  “Nothing much,” I hastened to add. “It's just he was staring at me, and um... he licked his lips.” When I said it like that, it seemed really minor, and for a moment, I thought he was just going to roll his eyes and kick me out of his seat to fend for myself.

  Instead he nodded, eyes still narrowed. He straightened enough so he could see over the seat backs, scanning the space like some kind of hunting animal.

  “The one in the Packers jacket?”

  “There's like four guys getting on in Packers' jackets...”

  “Brown hair, glasses, weird little beard thing?”

  “Ah, yes. How can you tell?”

  “He's staring hard at what he can see of you from where he's sitting. I think that's just your foot and your shoulder.”

  Self-consciously, I tucked myself a little farther into my seat. It had the effect of bringing me closer to my seatmate, who was still scowling at the creep behind us.

  “I'm going to go...” He started to rise, and a fast vision of a bus brawl raced through my mind.

  “No, don't worry about it,” I said, reaching out and tugging his coat to hold him back. “I just want to make it to White Pines without any problems.”

  He frowned at me, and then reluctantly nodded.

  “Here, take the window seat,” he said gruffly, peeling his coat off. “And give me your jacket, I can stow it above.”

  “Sir, yes sir,” I mumbled, but I did as he said. I did feel safer against the window, and I was more comfortable after I had taken my coat off.

  “That's simply ridiculous, a grown man harassing a girl your age,” he growled, and it was such an old man thing to say, coming from such a young guy, that I laughed.

  “How old do you think I am?” I asked. I might not have made the most mature first impression, but I didn't have that much of a baby face.

  He looked me over, and shrugged.

  “First or second year at the University of Illinois?”

  I made a face.

  “I graduated from college three years ago. I'm twenty-four,” I said. “Want to see my license?”

  He shot me a very patient look.

  “Have you thought that showing strange men proof of address and identity might be a bad idea?” he asked pointedly.

  He wasn't wrong, and Mara's weary comment about common sense and Jack in the boxes ran through my head.

  “I promise you, I'm twenty-four,” I said. “And my name's Chloe. There. Not even a last name in case you turn out to be a stalker or something, alright?”

  I startled a surprised laugh out of him, and I immediately liked him a little better. When he smiled, it eased some of the lines around his eyes and made him seem less surly. More inviting. If I was going to be utterly honest, it sent a brief ripple of warmth through me, enough to make me want to blush a little.

  Dammit, I thought. Paul broke up with me three weeks ago, this is way too soon.

  Not for a rebound, a sly little voice replied, but luckily it shut up when he offered me a hand.

  “Alex,” he said by way of introduction. “And it's a pleasure to meet you, Chloe.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” I said, taking his hand, and that might have been my first mistake. The moment I touched his hand -large with long, slender fingers and a surprising hint of roughness in a man so well-dressed- a spark shot between us. It was like a shooting star, a hot yellow streak through an endless field of blue, shocking enough that I jerked my hand away, wide eyed.

  At first, I thought I was just behaving like a freak, but from the startled expression on Alex's face, I could see clearly that he felt it too.

  “Static electricity,” he said finally. “It's dry in here.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, but I sensed that neither of us believed it. “Are you going all the way up to White Pines too?”

  Wrong question. His face closed like a door, and even in the warmth of the bus, I felt a chill. He might as well have hung a none of your business sign on his face.

  “Yes, I am,” he said curtly, and returned to his newspaper.

  Well, at least I didn't end up trapped in a seat with the creep, I thought. I pressed close against the window so that Alex would have plenty of room, and because in my hurry to get to the bus stop, I had forgotten to grab any of the books I was reading, I had to content myself with watching the scenery. Because it was northern Illinois, however, the scenery was mostly scrubby, flat or suburban, so instead I ended up covertly watching Alex, which was much more attractive.

  He wore a plain gray sweater that looked so soft that I barely stopped myself from touching it. His shoulders were broad, and I could tell that his hips were narrow. He was lean, but there was some serious muscle on him, if his shoulders and thighs were any indication.

  I sneaked another peek at him, and this time I froze because he was looking back at me, his dark eyes dancing with amusement at having caught me staring. This time I could feel a red blush creeping up my cheeks, and I felt about as old as he had thought I was.

  Mumbling something about being tired, I turned around completely, curling up towards the window.

  He chuckled, and the sweet dark sound sent a shiver up my spine. I closed my eyes. If I pretended to be asleep, he couldn't catch me doing anything else that embarrassing. Soon enough, reality caught up with pretense, and I was drifting off for real.

  He’s so classically handsome, I thought drowsily, in that random way that happens right before sleep, and then I was gone.

  Chapter Two

  Alex

  When I looked closer, I could tell she wasn't a teenager. She was still younger than I was, but there was a womanly grace to her, in spite of the way she giggled and blushed. Usually that kind of thing annoyed me, but for some reason this time I couldn't help laughing.

  She turned her back to me and curled into a tight ball, nothing but a loose blue sweater, jeans, and a puff of short, fluffy dark hair in the seat next to me. I suspected she was faking, but sooner rather than later, her soft regular breathing told me that she was out like a light.

  I didn't usually find myself drawn to elves, and that was what she reminded me of. She couldn't have been an inch over 5'5, and her blue eyes were enormous and fringed with long dark lashes, giving her a gamine quality. That made her harasser's offense even worse somehow, and when she was asleep, I turned around quickly to make sure that I knew where he was sitting. He gave me a confused look, clearly having spotted me glaring at him earlier. And the guy hadn’t actually done anything yet, so I couldn’t blame him for wondering.

  I sighed, leaning back in the seat. There was almost but not quite enough space for my legs under the seat in front of me, and again I cursed myself for not just renting a car in Chicago and driving up, though I hadn't taken the bus anywhere in close to ten years. Driving would have meant I’d get to the old homestead faster, however, and it would also mean I had nothing to do the whole drive besides being alone with my thoughts. When my mother had asked yet again about when I would be heading home, it had been convenient to tell her I was bound by the bus schedule, which we both knew was late more often than not.

  Even through the phone, I could sense her disapproval, but she knew better than to try to start fighting with me so early in the game. She might have gotten somewhere doing that with David, but it would just make me hang up and skip everyone's calls for the next six months just like I’d done before. No, she would wait until I was at White Pines, and we were all gathered together like one big happy family before she started on the old song and dance with my father in chorus.

  I wasn't looking forward to that at all, and I was grateful to Chloe for distracting me from my imminent future for at least a short while. When I glanced over, I saw that she had relaxed a little in her sleep. Now I could see her face, round and with just the barest dusting of dark freckles over her nose. Cute, I tried to tell myself, but that leap of heat when we had touched suggested some other words.


  Goddamn, but you're a hypocrite, I told myself. I felt disgusted at the man who had driven her into my arms- uh, my seat- but sitting next to Chloe herself, I could feel a strange pull towards her, something that started at my heart and seemed to spread everywhere else. My thoughts were unruly enough that I wondered what it would be like to kiss her on her flushed cheek, just gently enough that she didn't wake up. Or perhaps she would wake up, and smile and...

  And hopefully call the cops, I thought bitterly. Jesus, but I'm an asshole sometimes.

  I could have passed it off as being a result of a long time between partners. Jennifer and I had gotten serious until she decided she needed someone more passionate, and Gail had been fun until I realized that she liked being a doctor's girlfriend more than she actually liked me. They were both tall, elegant, ambitious women, a lawyer and an installation artist respectively. They were my ‘type,’ insomuch as I had a type, but Chloe was blowing that idea to bits. She looked—and acted—like neither one of them, but I'd never felt a tug of desire quite as strong as that brief flash a few minutes back. I really didn't know what to do with it.

  I grunted as something jostled my leg and watched with narrowed eyes as the man in the Packers jacket headed towards the front of the bus. He dropped a scrap of paper into the driver's trash bin and made his way back, avoiding my gaze but watching Chloe with that same hungry gaze that had startled her so badly. It was enough to make me want to deal with him right then and there, but just then, as if her sleep had been disturbed by his passing, Chloe whimpered, turned over, and buried herself against my side.

  I froze for a moment, thinking that the best thing to do would be gently turn her back around, but then I relaxed into her embrace almost against my will. She was a soft warm weight against me, and now her arm came over my chest, pulling me closer still. She made a soft satisfied sound that was half enticing, half funny, and fell into a deeper sleep again.