My Boyfriend, the Gynecologist

After my period went MIA for two solid months, my mom got it in her head that I was pregnant.

So, she dragged me to the doctor.

And who was sitting in the exam room? My ex-boyfriend, the one I’d dumped two months ago.

His face was a blank mask, his voice colder than a morgue. "Get on the bed. Top up, pants down."

When I didn't comply fast enough for his liking, he took matters into his own hands and started pulling my pants down himself.

But the second the privacy curtain was drawn, he took off his glasses, leaned over me, and whispered, "We never went all the way. So why haven't you had your period in two months?"

1

I never thought I’d run into my ex at my absolute lowest.

To be fair, I should have seen it coming. When I saw the name ‘Dr. Cole Jacobs’ on the digital directory in the lobby, my brain short-circuited for a second.

It can’t be…

I clung to a sliver of hope. It's a big city, lots of hospitals. Coincidences happen.

But the moment I walked into the room and our eyes met, that hope died a swift and merciless death.

He was impeccably dressed in a crisp, reassuring white coat. He had the title of Deputy Chief Physician at one of the top hospitals in the country. The hand holding the pen was elegant, with perfectly defined knuckles.

Who else could it be?

His tone was all business. "Ashley Price, is it? What seems to be the problem?"

Great. It had only been two months, and he was already pretending he didn't know me.

Cold.

Though, to be fair, the things I'd said when I broke up with him were a thousand times colder.

My exact words were: "Cole Jacobs, after today, the only way you'll ever see me again is if you're on your deathbed, begging for one last look. And even then, I might not grace you with my presence."

Well, karma's a bitch. Here we were, reunited in a hospital.

Only the tables had turned. He was the doctor, and I was the patient, awaiting my sentence. And as for me "gracing him with my presence"? His appointments were so sought-after that I couldn't get one. My mom had to resort to her superpower—money—and pay double the price to a scalper just to get me in.

I’d overheard some girls in the waiting room gushing about how hot the doctor was, how the online reviews weren't lying. They said you didn't even need medicine; just getting his number was enough. His face was so devastatingly handsome it could make you want to live for another fifty years.

At the time, I'd wondered if all guys with that name were that good-looking. I was curious to see for myself.

And now I have. Devastatingly handsome, indeed.

Except the devastation was all mine.

2

I'm usually quick with a comeback, but from the moment I stepped into that room, it was like my tongue had been possessed by a particularly stupid ghost.

My mom, however, was completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between me and Cole.

She launched into a loud, detailed account of my symptoms. "Dr. Jacobs, she hasn't had her period in two months! It’s either pregnancy or some terrib...