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That wasn't the only problem. It felt like I was betraying someone. Betraying who? Myself?
Stacy? Why?
"Are you sure everything's okay?" Gabrielle asked as she broke the kiss. "You seem out of it."
"Hmm?" I raised a brow and held her hips. "Did you do something different?"
"Different? How?" she asked with a confused expression.
"I don't know; it just feels slightly different," I explained.
"You don't want to tell me what it is, specifically?" she asked.
"No, it's nothing," I answered.
I placed my hand on my chest and realized that the wild pounding I felt with Stacy wasn't there.
"Maybe you're tired," she said as she slid off me. "We can try this another time."
"Yeah, we can," I replied feeling a lot more confused about what was happening to me.
Was I becoming attached to Stacy? The last time something like this happened it didn't end well.
Maybe Stacy might actually be like the rest of them, wanting something in return.
Stacy
When my father would talk to me about what to expect if I ever fell in love, it would usually consist of the fact that whoever captured my heart would make me unable to see anyone else but him. Moments like sitting together or just hearing his voice were going to be enough to make me excited.
"What's got you looking all excited?" Cynthia asked.
Alisson was a fellow gynecologist; we worked together on some instances. We were both similar in physique, so it was easier having a girl talk with her. She was someone to rely on for matters of the heart. Only, I didn't tell her about Ethan. An office romance wasn't something you'd broadcast that easily.
"Hmmm? Nothing really," I shrugged, but the grin didn't leave my face.
"Is that so?" she asked but sighed; she wouldn't be getting any more than that out of me.
"Oh yeah, I saw Gabrielle Rodriguez," I said. "She's here for a medical examination."
"The model? Well, you see a lot of popular people here," she said. "If you want to see even more actresses, you go to Ian Sullivan's hospital."
"So I've heard," I muttered. "She said I look good."
"She's not wrong though," she stated. "I mean you have no idea how many heads you turn in this office."
"You're just saying that," I remarked and rolled my eyes.
"Let me guess you think that every guy here will be into model-looking girls like Gabrielle?" she asked.
"Are they?" I asked. "Wait, you've been here long enough, so what kind of woman does Ethan like?"
"Hmm." She paused to think about it. "I'm not sure if he's the kind of guy to actually have atype. But if I was to choose, maybe then he'd go for the model type."
"Oh…"
"Yeah, someone like Gabrielle," she explained. "And that's because of his level as a billionaire. He might not have his sights set down on upper-middle-class citizens as us."
I recalled my conversation with Gabrielle. While I described my body, I could feel Ethan's gaze on my back, following my hands and settling on my ass as I touched it. His eyes hardly left me, until the office doors closed. Rather than having his eyes on someone accepted internationally, he had his eyes trained on me and me alone. It filled me with a sense of pride.
