All Chapters of Dr. Brandt: Billionaires’ Club Book 5: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Warren looked at me. “Your parents don’t need to be put in an awkward situation. They’re as stressed as we are, and, as you know, their opinions aren’t very high of Cameron.”“I’m standing right here, Warren,” Cameron seethed. “And I understand if Rod and Patty don’t want to have the stress of their grandson’s—”“Is it absolutely necessary?” I cut Cameron off, not wanting the added stress of this. “I can relay the info to them. And honestly, if you’re doing the surgery at four in the morning, maybe it’s best if you get some rest. Focus on Jackson, and I’ll deal with my parents.”Cameron eyed me, and I didn’t want to know what the man was thinking from his expression. I hadn’t meant to insult him, but I did not need the added bullshit of my parents hating him right now. I couldn’t do it. It would hurt Cam, and it would hurt them. It was just too fucking much.“If you feel more comfortable giving your mom and dad the information, then fine. I’ll head out since I’ll be back here first th

“You’ve slept for long enough, kid,” I said, seeing that the left portion of Jackson’s face pulled up, but the right did nothing. “I’ll give you a day or so of rest before we turn this into a spring training situation.”I watched him, as I’d been doing since he woke up, and my mind went straight to helping him with a speedy recovery. He was a lot like me, competitive and determined. Things needed to be a challenge and move fast. It’s how I played sports, how I drove myself straight into this career, and what I wanted to see in him. And I did.“You’ve got no response to that?” I said, trying to work him up a little as I saw a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re just going to lay around in bed all day.”There’s my boy, I thought, seeing him become somewhat irritated.He moved his head, and his eyes shifted toward the ceiling. This was a good start, but I knew there was more to come. Rest was number one at this point, though; after that, rehab would start. That’s where we

Why wouldn’t Cameron have called me? Oh, right, because I shoved him into the friend zone, and the ‘Dr. Brandt only’ category. I’m fucking everything up by thinking I’m doing the right thing…and now this?The elevator doors opened, and I rushed out as carefully as possible, knowing this floor housed patients recovering like my son. The last thing I needed was to hurt someone else while berating myself for abandoning my son once again.I walked briskly down the walkway that led to the numerous rooms on this floor. There was a glass half-wall to my right. Beyond the railing of the glass was an impressive sports arena. Kids in recovery would go there to throw Nerf balls, actual balls, or holographic balls while working with their therapist to improve their motor skills or just to help them stay active.I’d previously toured this rehabilitation area with Jacks, and we found the sports arena intriguing. Unfortunately, Jacks couldn’t stay in the place due to certain flashing lights possibly

“Can I speak to you for a moment, Warren?” I said, staying back.“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly to Jessa while I kept a professional expression and refrained from rolling my eyes.“Yeah, I’m not going to kick his ass or anything,” I said after she halted. “I just need to go over some stuff, ensuring Warren understands. I haven’t talked to him much over this past month, and I want to ensure he’s up to speed with supporting Jackson and you.”I plastered the fakest smile I could manage to get Jessa to trust that I wasn’t going to level this dick standing proudly to my left, and she hesitantly left the room.“What’s the deal, Cameron?” Warren questioned.I slid my hands into my pockets. “I intend to get my lady and my boy back. I suggest you not get too comfortable living in Southern California.”I didn’t give a shit anymore. I might as well make my intentions clear with this fucker so he wouldn’t be surprised when his ass was heading back to New York in less than a month.“Oh?” Warren

“At least I’m black and white. There are no gray areas where I’m concerned. There’s too much stress in the world not to have clarity with people. But listen, hun,” she continued, and somehow, I appreciated her directness, “if you’ve put yourself in a position to depend on a man, and he begins to take your freedoms away, your sex drive will die first, and a vibrator won’t even resurrect it. There’s only one way to go from there: antidepressants, wine, and, inevitably, reality shows about housewives and bake-off challenges. Now, I know what you’re thinking, and those things are all great on their own, but none of them should be binged, especially in tandem.”“Jesus, Nat. You make it sound like she’s a prisoner for checking in with her partner,” Bree said as the wind whipped through Natalia’s pashmina.“Losing your sex drive and not being able to live your life a little is more like a death sentence, Bree. Please, God, do not tell me that after a year, Alex has stripped you of your right