All Chapters of Dr. Brandt: Billionaires’ Club Book 5: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Well, that’s why I was calling,” he said. “It looks like I have a hang-up.”“A hang-up?” I nodded and smiled as I walked through the lobby of our lavish building. “Please don’t tell me you’re working late again.”“I’m working late,” I heard his smile through the phone, “but I’ll be sure to meet my beautiful fiancée—who can’t decide on a wedding date—at Jackson’s game.”I blew out a breath of relief. “Good. In the last hour, I’ve dealt with nothing but crazy.”“Another patient giving you trouble because they forgot to floss, and the doctor is sending you to take care of the bill?”“Huh? What does that even mean?” I said with confusion. Warren could be semi-funny at times, but most of the time, his attempt at humor was massively lame. “Nevermind. I’m walking into the house. Jacks is trying to sleep at Paige’s house, and I almost got into a brawl with an old hag.”“Wait, what in the world are you talking about? Start with the old-lady brawl,” he chuckled as I heard him greet his driver.

“Text or email?” I smiled smugly, knowing someone out there was about to pull Warren away for the rest of the evening whether I stayed down here a moment longer or not.“Give me a goddamn break. I have to go to London in two days,” he snarled as he scrolled through the phone, staring at it as if it were the adversary I’d always believed it to be. “Those bastards couldn’t close the acquisition of that business, and now they’re bringing me in to do the work. I should fire all of them.”“You act like you own the entire company,” I tried to tease and lighten his mood.He looked up at me. “I’d love to take you with me. I have to be there for a week, but—”“But nothing.” I chuckled. “You know I’m not leaving Jackson right now.”“No doubt,” he said. “Will you be okay if I take off for a week?”“I’ll be fine,” I said with ease. “Handle your stuff. Maybe I’ll run a bath and then head to bed.”“Okay, babe. I’ll come up in a bit,” he said as he got up to grab his laptop and start working.As I t

You’re engaged to Warren! I internally scolded myself.“I like to refer to it as that too.” I rose, and Cameron stood, towering over me, as I managed to succeed in the desperate act of pulling my shit together. “I know there is a process for all of this—trust me, I get that—but I’m desperate, Cam,” I said, my eyes fixed on his and my voice set with steady determination.“I understand that. I also know you well enough to know that it would take a monumental situation to bring you into my office like this,” he softly chuckled, most likely remembering the young college girl he dated who was once filled with drive and fearless grit. “Where’s your boy?” he asked, glancing around his empty waiting area.“He’s with my fiancé. They’re packing at the hotel and,” I glanced at the silver watch on my wrist, “most likely headed back to New York on a flight that leaves in three hours.”Cameron frowned. “Without you?”I nodded, thinking about how irritated Warren would get when I did impulsive thing

Chapter NineJessaSearching for Cameron, I rushed out of the airport, probably looking like I was fleeing the Feds.“Where the hell is he?” I asked, staring at what seemed like hundreds of cars flooding into the loading zone at the airport.“Hopefully, you got the good doctor’s number, so you can just call him,” Jackson said with a sympathetic grin. “Mom,” his stark blue eyes leveled me, “take a breath and relax. I’m here, and you’re here; that’s all that matters.”I briskly ran my hand over his arm and exhaled. “Got it, Champ,” I said. “Me and you.”He nodded assuredly, making me focus on the simplest of all solutions to my predicament: using my phone to call Cameron instead of looking around like a frantic idiot.“Yes, darling,” Cam teased.“We’re out front. Where are you?” I was too frazzled to bring myself to fully appreciate his light-heartedness.“Parking garage,” Cameron answered. “On my way to the terminal now.”“Okay. We’re right where I got out,” I answered.“Be there in a

The elevator reached the lobby, and we exited. We walked through, and I scanned the place, wondering if there was an ideal spot to question a long-lost love about why they decided to keep their son’s birth and entire life a secret. I was guessing there wasn’t.“The way you’re clenching my hand makes me think that you’re pretty pissed off, and rightfully so,” Jessa echoed through my thoughts, pulling me out of them.I instantly released my grip around her tiny hand and pulled my shit together. How should I feel about this? Fuck if I knew. I just knew I missed this woman like crazy, had her halfway back in my life, couldn’t stand her fiancé, and wanted to help her son—my son. Our son.“Truth be told, I don’t know how to feel,” I answered her honestly as the earnestness in her eyes held me captive.“Most men would be angry if their ex-girlfriend never told them they had a child. Maybe they’d be mad about child support or custody or something.”I ran a hand through my hair. “Well, I’m not