Loving the Billionaire Heir Doc

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Blake turned on his side and opened his eyes. He could see rain cascading down the glass that encased his apartment, giving off a dream-like effect. He’d missed this view. It was one of the reasons why he’d snapped up this apartment a few years ago, the other being that it was located in one of the most sought-after areas around the hospital.

The seven-thousand-square-foot penthouse suite boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a two-hundred-and-seventy-degree view of the city’s skyline, and featured three bedrooms, an office, a gym room, a full kitchen and dining area, a large living room with a state-of-the-art sound system, and custom Italian furniture. It opened up through double doors to a wraparound terrace.

Blake placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He’d just dreamed about a dark-haired beauty that had fascinated and enchanted him. It had been a long time since a girl had piqued his interest, in dream or reality. But even if it was a sign, he was ignoring it. No one else had held his interest after Miranda, and not for lack of willing girls who loved the idea of who he was. And even that relationship had been a disaster. A nightmare that he didn’t want to revisit. What was it they said about being once bitten, twice shy? That was him. So, relationships were a no-no as far as he was concerned.

Blake shook his head. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about love, especially after arriving early this morning from Boston. He had been completing his internal medicine residency at one of Boston’s top hospitals, but a call from his father had changed everything, and Blake had agreed to return. His father had pulled the strings to have Blake transferred back to Dexington Medical Center to complete his residency. It would have been impossible otherwise, given that the second year of residency had already started.

And it wasn’t a step down in any way—Dexington Medical Center ranked consistently in the top five teaching hospitals across the country. He had begged off work for a few hours this morning with the plan to join the attending round. Even though he hadn’t officially connected with his team, Blake had gone straight to the hospital once he had arrived, to see the admitted patients that would be his going forward.

Blake stretched out his arms wide and yawned. It had been a grueling night before coming to Dexington—he had come off a night float. He didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that his eyes were bloodshot—it would go away once he was out and about. Blake was no stranger to hard work and impossible schedules. He had juggled medical training and business school at the same time, graduating with both an MD and an MBA in four years. And it didn’t help that his family was part of society’s elite. Blake was expected to be exceptional, and he hadn’t disappointed.

Blake turned his neck and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. His eyes widened. He jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom in his boxers, his feet silent on the heated floors that ran throughout the penthouse. Today was the first day of his General Medicine rotation, and Blake could not afford to be late for the attending round. He’d been informed that the departmental chair was going to be there—she was a stickler for punctuality. Getting on her bad side on the first day was not an option. Thank goodness his apartment was close to the hospital. If not, there was no way he could make the round on time.

He took a quick shower and headed into his walk-in closet to get dressed. Fifteen minutes later, and dressed in tan slacks with a light blue button-down shirt and brown loafers, Blake opened the coat closet by the door and grabbed his white medical coat. Based on the weather forecast, he could still make do without a fall jacket. His medical coat would be enough.

Blake’s stomach growled, but he ignored it. There was no time for breakfast today. He could refuel at his favorite hole-in-the-wall joint a few blocks from the hospital after the ward round.

Blake walked through the foyer and entered his private elevator. His phone pinged in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text message from his father—Blake now had an appointment with the departmental chair right after the round. This was yet another reason why he couldn’t afford to be late.

He rode the elevator down to the underground parking lot where his red convertible was parked. He would have preferred to walk since the hospital was only five blocks away, but he could save time if he took the car. Besides, it was raining cats and dogs, so it made more sense to drive to the hospital.

Blake jumped into his car.

He could still make the round on time if he hurried.