The Doctor's Offer

By Bella Winters

I slept with my doctor.

And…we made a baby!!!

Don't judge me, 

I just want help, 

Help with impregnation. 

But Mr. Oh So S$xy thinks the old fashioned way would work better. 

And who am I to resist those hard muscles and perfect 'o's'?

This is supposed to be no strings attached, 

Purely business. 

But why is my head telling me that this is a bad idea? 

May be because I am falling for him so hard?

May be because my heart is aching for his love,

And may be because my body is craving for his touch over and over again. 

I guess with all good things, nothing good comes easy. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Winters
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393928522

Bella Winters

Bella is a contemporary romance writer who loves to write about strong, gorgeous, Greek God like alpha men who love protecting their sassy and sexy women. Many of her books have been in Amazon TOP 50!

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Blurb

Islept with my doctor .

And...we made a baby!!!

Don’t judge me,

I just want help,

Help with impregnation.

But Mr. Oh So S$xy thinks the old fashioned way would work better.

And who am I to resist those hard muscles and perfect ‘o’s’?

This is supposed to be no strings attached,

Purely business.

But why is my head telling me that this is a bad idea?

May be because I am falling for him so hard?

May be because my heart is aching for his love,

And may be because my body is craving for his touch over and over again.

I guess with all good things, nothing good comes easy.

Chapter 1

Riley

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my desk chair. The day had been trying to say the least. Since eight that morning I’d had non-stop meetings and people asking me a zillion questions that I was expected to have all the answers to. I didn’t. But as head of the company, that was the badge I was expected to wear. And no matter how insecure I felt at times or how much I wanted to just scream to get away from things for a while, I couldn’t. This was who I was. This was what I did. And there was no escaping from it, unless I let the whole thing fall to the ground and leave thousands unemployed. I had enough wealth that I didn’t have to worry about money anymore, but there were so many other people depending on this company to continue doing well. They needed their paychecks. They had families to support. They were depending on me.

Millins Cosmetics was the company my mother and father had started before I was even born. By the time I was eighteen it was worth ten billion dollars. I’d grown up privileged and never wanted for anything. This gave me a lot of freedom and allowed me to pursue my own endeavors and do what I wanted with my life.

And I wanted to be an artist. Ever since I was ten years old I had rarely been without a paint brush in my hand. My parents had sent me to the finest art teachers and they had all nurtured my talent, of which I actually had quite a bit.

And so when it came time to go to college, art was the only thing on my mind. And it had been wonderful that first semester. I was surrounded by others who shared my passion of the arts and by instructors who taught the subject with the same fevered love for it. I was on my way to doing what I loved with my life and I never could have imagined doing anything else.

My father of course wanted me to take over the family company one day, but he understood my artistic ambitions and had made peace with that.

But then tragedy struck. My parents were both tragically killed in a car crash when they were hit by a drunk driver. Everything was left to me. I was now the sole heir and CEO of Millins Cosmetics. I had to leave school and go to work, unless I sold the company to someone else. But I didn’t want to do that. My parents loved this company. It was their legacy, and I wanted to do whatever it took to keep their memory alive.

So, off to work I went, learning the ropes and becoming the head of a huge company at the tender age of nineteen. It was too much for me to handle and I’m not sure how I managed it. Of course I had a lot of help from my parents’ most trusted advisors.

My phone buzzed on my desk just then. I pressed the intercom button. It was Janie, my secretary of course sounding rushed and out of breath as normal. The girl was the most high strung and nervous person I’d ever met. This was further exacerbated by the fact that she drank twenty cups of coffee a day. It was an issue.

Yes, Janie, I answered.

Miss Millins, she said. You have a meeting in twenty minutes with the shareholders. Just didn’t want you to be late.

I sighed. Thanks Janie.

I ended the call and slumped back in my chair. I needed a drink, badly. But I didn’t want to show up to the shareholders meeting with alcohol on my breath. I had to maintain the proper image at all times. That was the biggest thing I’d learned about business. Performance was good, but image was king. As long as you looked like people should trust you then it was fine, no matter how poorly you might be performing. People wanted to believe in the fantasy. They wanted something to dazzle in front of their eyes. That was ludicrous to me. But I did my best to portray the image.

I walked over to the full length mirror in my office and double checked that I looked ok. I did. I’ve always been considered attractive. It was something given to me by birth. My mother was very beautiful and I actually looked a bit like her.

I’m about five feet seven, with curvy hips, a round bottom, large double D chest, and a pretty face. This is all topped with long, flowing auburn hair. And I have bright green eyes. I’ve never had any problems attracting men. But attracting men and attracting the right man are two very different things.

And that is where I had been having the most trouble. Part of the blame was work. Running a multi-billion dollar company takes a lot of work and I was busy all the time. I didn’t have time for romance. I didn’t have time for love.

Plus, I was still holding on to the idea that eventually I would find that right man and I would finally express