Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story
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Authors: Cher Etan,BWWM Club
Me Yours
It's not official till it's official...
“Dean, make me
yours...”
That's all Meaghan
wants.
The two have always
shared a mutual attraction, despite their upbringings being worlds
apart.
Dean is an entitled
billionaire with commitment issues.
Meaghan grew up in a
deprived neighborhood and now holds a respectable position in a busy
hospital.
Things between them
are complicated; not properly together, but not seeing anyone else.
But things are about
to get even more complex.
A new friendship
formed between Meaghan and a hunky doctor has Dean brewing with
jealousy.
Forcing the two to
reassess their situation, can they do what's needed to make what they
have work?
Or will Dean's
commitment issues force the woman he's always loved into another
man's arms?
Find out in this hot
new BWWM romance by Cher Etan.
Suitable for over
18s due to steaming hot love making scenes.
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Chapter 1
The country club was
quiet at six am; only a number of golfers milling around waiting for
their caddies. It was Dean’s favorite time of day as he milled
around waiting for Smith and his father to arrive. They used to be a
foursome…before his own father’s stroke had rendered him
immobile. But they still kept up the tradition – Smith and
Jonathan Winchester’s way of saying that they were there for
him he supposed – and Dean wasn’t about to be the one to
break it. He needed this; needed the connection to people with whom
he could reminisce about a side of his father very few people saw. A
hand clapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to see Smith
smiling at him.
“
Hey,”
he said.
“
Hey
man, ready to go?” Smith asked. His father was strolling toward
them in conversation with his caddy. He’d had the same one for
nigh on twenty years now. He no longer worked at the club but turned
up for the game. He was part of the tradition too. Dean sighed, his
heart heavy yet soothed by the presence of his friend; his family
really, if one wasn’t such a stickler for blood. Smith frowned
at him.
“
What’s
wrong?” he asked.
Dean looked up at
him smiling at how well his friend knew him, “Nothing. The
usual.” He said and Smith nodded like Dean had made perfect
sense.
“
How’s
Poppy?” he asked next, eyes already ready to commiserate.
Dean shrugged, “It’s
been quiet. Too quiet. She hasn’t hounded me once this week
about ruining the family name or destroying our lives or giving her a
stroke too…its making me tense.”
“
You
think she’s up to something?” Smith asked smile widening
into a grin.
“
Isn’t
she always?” he replied.
“
Could
you ask Bella if she’s maybe heard anything on the bitch
circuit about what my mother and Samantha could be planning?”
Dean pleaded.
“
What?
You don’t think the surprise birthday party they threw you was
enough?” Smith asked laughing outright. “Oh my God your
face – I’ll never forget.”
“
You
can laugh…I’m the one who had to deal with the fallout,”
Dean glared at him, “Although Meaghan was surprisingly cool
about it. Didn’t so much as freeze me out of her bed or
anything.”
“
Oh,
now that there
should
worry you,” Smith retorted still snorting with laughter.
Dean shrugged, “Mmm,
I don’t know, Meaghan knows how I feel about her. And she knows
that my mom and Samantha are trying to sabotage us. I don’t
think she’d willingly fall into one of their traps –
she’s not stupid.”
Smith smiled. “And
you guys still in love? The shine hasn’t faded from the
relationship? It’s been six months after all. That’s
like…four years in dog years,” he said tongue in cheek.
Dean looked
seriously at him and sighed, “Man, I’m in trouble.”
“
Why?”
Smith asked although he suspected he knew.
“
Because
this is the real thing,” Dean said looking downcast and
forlorn.
Smith nodded his
head in agreement, “Yeah, it's kinda obvious you got it bad.”
“
I
don’t know what to do man,” Dean confided.
“
Don’t
know what to do about what?” Jonathan Winchester asked coming
up alongside them.
Dean and Smith
exchanged sidelong glances and then Smith said, “He’s
worried about Jeffrey Dad.”
“
Oh,”
Jonathan said with a clap on Dean’s back. “Jeffrey is one
of the toughest men I know Dean, he’ll pull through this. You
just wait and see.”
*****
The
object of Dean and Smith’s conversation was just arriving for
her shift at work. They’d call her in early because of a
multi-car accident that had occurred on I-295, whose victims were
being brought to the hospital. Meaghan was a bit nervous even though
this wasn’t her first rodeo; it
was
her first time dealing with an
emergency of this magnitude. She knew she would have to think on her
feet and react as fast as possible which was just the opposite of her
style which consisted of thinking everything through carefully,
weighing pros and cons and coming to a decision about how to proceed
that way.
As she stepped in
the hospital door, the first ambulance was screeching to a halt in
front of accidents and emergencies and she hurried to her office to
find her coat and wash her hands so she could get to work. The very
first person brought in was a child with a broken leg and she was
paged to deal with it. After that the day was just one long blur of
blood and gore and death. Meaghan didn’t think she’d ever
worked so hard in her life but for every life that was saved there
was one they could do nothing for and Meaghan felt every loss like a
personal failure. When all the emergency patients were treated there
were still regular patients waiting…it was a long day.
Her phone rang at
the end of it and she looked down to see that it was Dean calling
her. She stared at the name for a while wondering if she should
answer but she was physically and mentally exhausted. There was no
way she could summon enough energy to be the girlfriend right now.
She barely had enough to declare herself a human being. So she
clicked ignore then texted him to say she’d speak to him later,
long day, blah blah. She put her phone in her pocket and sighed
deeply then started when a cup of coffee appeared before her face
held by the most delicate looking pair of hands she’d ever
seen. She followed the hands to the face and her eyebrows went up in
surprise. It was the new supervisor; Dr…Shelley or something.
All the nurses were buzzing in excitement about him and calling him
Dr. Sexy. He was a tall distinguished looking man with jet black hair
going gray at the temples. His eyes were piercing blue and he tended
to pin people down with them. She’d seen doctors lose their
ability to speak when Dr Sexy, er, Shelley fixed his eyes on them.
And now the same thing seemed to be happening to her.
“
I
thought you could use this,” he said, his deep voice soothing
her wounded spirit.
“
Thanks,”
she squeaked not exactly sure why this guy was even speaking to her.
They had been introduced at the meeting at which he was presented to
them but had hardly exchanged two words since.
“
I’ve
been watching you Ms. Leonard,” he drawled smiling at her.
Meaghan
brows lifted at the ‘Ms.’; she wondered if it would be
incredibly rude or extremely flirty to say ‘that’s
Dr
Leonard to you’. She didn’t really know how these games
were played.
“
Why
have you been watching me?” she asked instead.
“
Because…you’re
going to make a great surgeon one day,” he said fixing her with
that stare and making her hand shake. Nerves; it was just nerves.
“
Really?”
she asked voice higher than usual. Dr. Shelley was a neurosurgeon of
really good repute. The hospital was lucky to have him. He’d
said he’d wanted to work here because he grew up in Queens.
Meaghan had been really surprised to hear that – he certainly
did not have the look of any of
her
neighbors…but it also gave her
hope. If a fellow Queens resident could reach the heights that Dr.
Shelley had then surely she had a chance too.
“
Yes.
Really. Plus I hear you grew up around here too,” he said.
Meaghan stared at
him suspiciously, she could be crazy but he really did sound like he
was flirting with her. She couldn’t remember what the nurses
had said about his marital status though…either way; she had a
boyfriend so it wouldn’t fly. Should she just come right out
and say so though or how the fuck did this work?
“
I
did grow up here. My mother worked as a nurse in this community and
she inspired me to go into medicine,” she said.
“
That’s
cool. My dad was a mechanic and my mother is a house wife,” he
informed her.
“
Oh,”
Meaghan said at a loss for how to reply.
“
Well
anyway, I wanted to compliment you on the exemplary work you did
today. First rate. Was this your first crisis situation?” he
asked.
“
Yes,”
Meaghan said warmed by his words, “It was…”
Dr. Shelley nodded,
“Yes, I know. The first one can be overwhelming. Would you like
to sit down to some coffee and talk about it?”
“
Yes
I would,” Meaghan said with relief. She definitely needed to
talk to someone about her day and Dr. Shelley would understand her
like neither Bain nor Dean would. He had been there; maybe he could
give her some useful tips about how to get over the feeling of
failure when one of her patients died; or how to cope with being
immured in people’s shit all day every day and then have to go
home and smile at your loved one like everything was alright with the
world. When you
knew
how fucked up it really was right this minute, where some kid was
dying and you can’t save them and you have to put on a brave
face and tell their parents that there was nothing more you could do.
It sucked ass.