The Doctor and the Millionaire (EDITING)

Chapter Three

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~ MILAN & AARON CONDO ~

It has been over a month since becoming an unemployed physician and life was very boring.  I had gotten into the habit of waking up to an alarm or my pager every morning that on some days I would wake up early enough to hear Julia and Aaron having sex.

A normal day that would normally be filled with patients and blood was instead filled with eating junk food, binge-watching movies, and watching Aaron and Julia eat each other's lips. By the time I finished watching the 122nd episode in my favorite TV series, I noticed it was already 9:00 pm. 

Julia and Aaron had done a great job of making themselves busy after becoming unemployed but I, on the other hand was a couch potato at its best. As I was retreating to my room for the night,  Aaron and Julia decided to go out to the club so I quickly joined them dressing in a black body con dress.                                                               

We arrived at a club full of people as we entered Aaron and Julia quickly disappeared into the crowd leaving me alone. The club wasn't really my thing but to ease myself into the night I decided to start my night at the club with two shots of vodka.

As I sat there pumping my system with vodka a young handsome man approached me. Too busy drinking vodka I hardly noticed that he was standing there talking to me. 

" Hello" 

"Are you talking to me? because if you are I'm not the next chic you can pick up tonight so look elsewhere. " I said

" My name is Christian and I am not here so that you can be the next chic I take home." He laughed 

"Well then have a seat, Mr. Christian let me buy you a drink is a tequila good?" 

" Sure, why are you buying me a drink Ms. Ugh_?" 

"It's Milan, Milan is my name and I bought you a drink because it's just a nice thing to do Mr. Christian why have enemies when you can have friends" I smiled downing another tequila 

"You can just call me Christian, So what brings you to the club of Boston?" He asks 

"Going to clubs isn't really my thing my best friend and his girlfriend decided to come so I tagged along. What about you?" 

" I enjoy the city of Boston in the night so what not better way than to enjoy it in its finest club," He added 

I barely knew this guy and our conversation continued for what felt like a few minutes before I was completely blacked out. 

A little tequila can't hurt anyone...right?

The next morning I had woken up with a pounding headache from the amount of drinking I had done the night before. I hadn't woken up to the smell of pancakes and bacon which gave me the impression that Aaron and Julia were still asleep. As I turned my body towards my nightstand I noticed a note from the guy at the bar and two tablets of Advil for my excruciating headache. 

You fell asleep in the middle of our conversation so I brought you home. Your friends were still dancing in the crowd. You also tried to sleep with me so I had to button your pajama shirt backward.

As I read the note I slightly horrified of what I tried to do to this man I hardly knew. My pajamas were exactly the way he said they were and I was still wearing my dress from the night before, and at the end of the note was his number. As the pain of a headache increased I decided to return to sleep and when I woke up again it was well into the day. It was  2:30 in the afternoon and the aroma of bacon and pancakes were oozing into my room from the kitchen. If breakfast was being cooked this late I must have not been the only one who had a late and drunken night.