All Chapters of Naughty & Fierce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Over the past couple of months, Bienley and his friends have been on the cusp of wrapping up their clinical internship. Soon, they'll be bidding farewell to this phase of their training. Before the grand commencement of their clinical training at Dalton Medical Center, they received an exciting invitation to the company's much-anticipated annual team-building event. It was an opportunity they couldn't pass up.Bienley and his friends were more than ready to soak up the last remnants of summer at the beach. The thought of sand between their toes and the sound of the ocean waves was incredibly appealing.They arrived at the venue just before lunchtime. The place was bustling with activity. They quickly made their way to their rooms, eager to settle in. After freshening up, they returned to the hall, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation of the meal.Josh and Kit were assigned to the same room, while Bienley, to no one's surprise, was led to the luxurious presidential suite. As expect

Bienley and Devon were submerged in the water, facing each other. On the water's surface, it might have seemed like they were simply enjoying a casual swim, but Devon was well aware that there was more to it."Love, what are you up to?" Devon shivered, not due to the cool water, but because Bienley's hands were slowly caressing his body."They're all ogling what belongs to me," Bienley hissed, his eyes locking firmly with Devon's.Merely a few inches apart, their gazes remained locked as Bienley's hands began to explore, staking his claim on his man."They can just look on, Babe. Ahh..." Devon arched his head back when Bienley's hand found the sensitive spot between his muscular thighs."I know... but it still bugs me," Bienley whined, his lips forming a cute pout."I love you more than anything, Bienley Cullen," Devon said, attempting to stay focused despite Bienley's persistent touches."You're mine, Dee," Bienley declared, his voice laced with a hint of a whine and his pout still p

"Do you think your Abuelo could know my father?" Bienley inquired, his forehead creased with deep furrows. There was a hint of desperation in his voice, a longing for a connection he'd never had."Like I said, I'm not sure, Babe. I don't want to get your hopes up with just guesses," Devon replied. A fleeting thought had crossed his mind earlier, but now he regretted even bringing it up. "I might be way off. Just forget what I said." He didn't want to toy with Bienley's feelings. If he was wrong, it would crush Bienley.He gently cupped Bienley's face, his touch tender. "Let's just drop it, okay? It could be nothing more than a coincidental resemblance."Bienley offered a soft smile, trying to ease Devon's worry. "Don't worry. It's highly unlikely my father knew your grandfather. I'm not dwelling on it. These things happen." Truthfully, for a split second, a glimmer of hope had ignited within Bienley. Even though he didn't often think about his father, this unexpected mention made

Today marked a momentous occasion for Bienley, Josh, and Kit, the young resident doctors at Dalton Medical Center. They had been bestowed with the extraordinary opportunity to attend the highly prestigious medical convention. Amidst the sea of numerous prominent figures within the medical field, they felt a sense of humble pride, finding themselves rubbing shoulders with the greats.Josh and Kit had already made themselves comfortable at their assigned table. Their eyes darted around the venue, wide with wonder as they took in the sheer opulence and grandeur that surrounded them. The very fact that they were here still felt like a dream, a surreal experience that they could scarcely believe. The three - day event unfolded like a dazzling tapestry of medical discoveries. One groundbreaking revelation after another was presented, leaving the audience spellbound. Each new insight was like a precious gem, adding to the collective wisdom of the medical community. Josh couldn't shake t

"Oh my god, Lander!" Bella gasped, the sound tearing from her throat. And then, she was overtaken by another bout of heart-rending sobs. The pain that had been pent up for so long was now erupting in a flood of emotions."Bienley? Are you certain?" Señor Quintana, usually the picture of composure, asked in a voice that betrayed a slight tremor. His once-dull, aged eyes now reflected a tenderness that was rarely seen, as if a long-buried emotion had been unearthed."Yes, grandpa. He looks just like my father. Even though the photo was taken when he was quite young, I could never mistake him for anyone else," Bienley said, trying his best to convince them despite the confusion swirling within him. His words were a mixture of certainty and bewilderment."Oh, god," Damon Quintana looked at his wife, whose expression mirrored his own surprise. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep, silent prayer. He rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly tormented, as if the weigh