Free BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Four by Jenn Marlow

wasn’t only a narcissistic asshole, but if he was an imbecilic one, as well.
    I wished, though, that my sister and mama were around to help me convince Derek because as soon as I walked back into his office and spoke, I could tell that it was going to be a hard sell.
    “I’ve been thinking…,” I trailed, walking around his desk so that I could wrap my arms around him from behind his spot in the chair. I smiled, as my head rested on his shoulder, and I looked at the desk on which we had just had fiery hot sex. “And I think you should get a second opinion.”
    I knew it wasn’t the best way to bring it up, or even any sort of way to bring it up at all, but it was all that I had. I pressed my breasts against his back a little more, hoping that the cushion of my bosom might somehow cushion the blow of me thinking his doctor was an idiot.
    “Second opinion on what?” he giggled. “Are we about to role-play?”
    I rolled my eyes. Of course he was thinking about sex.
    “No!” I shot, leaning back off of him just before I swatted him in the back of the head.
    He tensed. “Well, what were you talking about?!” he snapped, swiveling his chair around to look at me. He reached around me and grabbed my ass, just before pulling me to him.
    He looked up at me, his brows questioning, and I could tell that I had to voice my concern.
    “I overheard the doctors talking in the hospital, and Dr. Lawrence said there were some inconsistencies in your file that he wanted to retest.” I was direct and concise, hoping that I didn’t make him mad.
    He scrunched his face in confusion. “Did he say that to Doc?” he asked.
    I nodded almost immediately.
    “Well then he probably re-ran tests, then.”
    He smiled up at me, bearing a re-assuring smile, but I wasn’t convinced.
    “He seemed angry that Dr. Lawrence would question him.” I defended my stance. “I think you need a second opinion.”
    “But I don’t need another doctor,” he replied sweetly, leaning his head back.
    “I didn’t say you did.”
    “That is what you’re saying though.”
    “Well, fine, if that’s how you want to hear it, then yes, yes, you do need a new doctor.” I corrected. I wasn’t going to let him live it down; not after everything that I heard in the hospital.
    “Doc has been my doctor for a while now.”
    “I don’t care. You always get a second opinion!” And I truly believed that; it didn’t matter that I had some sort of unknown vendetta against his doctor.
    The guy was creepy though; I didn’t care if he had somehow, miraculously turned his life around ever since he was a psychotic young child; he was still creepy. I thought so before I even knew the truth.
    But that was why I told him to get the second opinion.
    His creepiness certainly didn’t help matters. In fact, I would say that it made me want him to get a second opinion even more, but even if I didn’t feel weary of him, I still should have suggested a second opinion ages ago.
    I couldn’t believe I hadn’t already.
    “If Doc finds out, he’ll go apeshit with anger,” he groaned. “He’ll think I don’t trust his opinion.”
    “I don’t care.” I didn’t.
    “Why would I need another doctor?” He was confused, rightfully so, but I saw something in this guy that I didn’t like. Part of me wondered if he was a good doctor at all, and if his abilities were clouded by the fact that he was his brother.
    “Everyone gets a second opinion, Derek.”
    “I’m sick, Zoe. It doesn’t matter if you want it to be true or not.”
    “That’s not what this is Derek.” I felt tears well up as I leaned into him for support. “I’ve accepted that horrible fact….” His hands moved away from the underside of my bum and ran up to the small of my back. He was holding me. I looked down at him once again. “I really just want to make sure that you have the best treatment you can.”
    He sighed deeply, clearly torn. But then he nodded.
    “I’ll get the second