Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

As I laid in bed, my mind was consumed by the image of Ace with another girl. I couldn’t shake the feeling, and it bothered me more than I cared to admit. Was it jealousy? I wasn’t sure. Ace hadn’t mentioned anything about it and acted like nothing had happened. The next morning at breakfast, he didn’t acknowledge the situation, which frustrated me.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, and Alex’s voice called out, asking if I was ready. I sighed, not in the mood to face anyone at the moment, but I had to. I have a doctor’s appointment today and Alex volunteered to bring me. “Not yet, but I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied reluctantly.

As I got ready, I chose a short white floral dress that felt both comfortable and stylish. I put my hair in a ponytail to keep it off my face and sprayed a light floral perfume before heading to the door. As I opened it, I was surprised to see Alex standing there, looking as nonchalant as ever.

Alex was dressed casually yet effortlessly chic. He wore a fitted navy blue shirt that complemented his deep brown eyes and a pair of dark jeans that fit him perfectly. Completing the look, he had on a pair of white sneakers, making him seem ready for any adventure that came his way.

“Let’s go,” he said, flashing me a bright smile. I nodded and followed him outside to the garage, which is massive. I couldn’t help but notice a significant change in Alex’s behavior towards me. He had always been the brooding and enigmatic type, with a strong “don’t mess with me” vibe that could intimidate anyone. But lately, he had been surprisingly sweet and caring. Also the fact that he doesn’t like Ace being with me raised many question marks in my head. Does he have a crush on me?

“We’re taking the BMW,” Alex announced, leading the way to a sleek black BMW parked on the opposite side of the garage. I hopped into the car, fastened my seatbelt, and watched as Alex effortlessly started the engine, demonstrating his familiarity with the luxurious vehicle.

As we drove towards the doctor’s appointment, I couldn’t shake off my nerves. The idea of a medical check-up always made me anxious, and today was no exception. I turned to Alex with a hopeful expression, “Can we get ice cream first?”

He glanced at me briefly, his face displaying a hint of amusement. “Can’t it wait for after?” he asked teasingly. Why is he talking to me in that voice. Normal Alex would tell me no. Or he would say that I needed to eat healthier.

“No, I’m nervous,” I admitted with a nervous laugh. The thought of ice cream comforted me, even if just for a moment, and I hoped it would help ease my jitters.

Alex chuckled. “Alright then, ice cream it is,” he said, steering the car towards the nearest ice cream parlor. Wow, do I have Alex wrapped around my finger? Anyway, the anticipation of a sweet treat made the car ride a little more bearable.

Once at the ice cream parlor, we both stepped out of the car and walked inside. The familiar scent of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, and a smile crept onto my face. The colorful array of flavors made choosing one a difficult task, but eventually, I settled on a classic combination of vanilla and chocolate. That was my go to combination since I was a little kid.

Alex, ever the adventurous one, opted for a unique blend of strawberry cheesecake and salted caramel. We found a cozy spot to sit and enjoy our ice cream, and I savored every spoonful, the nervousness slowly subsiding.

As we finished our ice cream, Alex’s presence alone seemed to provide a sense of reassurance. “Feeling any better now?” he asked, his warm eyes meeting mine. I swear when he looked at me like that I could feel sparks flying in my heart.

“Yeah.”

As we continued our way to the doctor’s office, I lowkey felt grateful to have him by my side. With Ace it would kind of be awkward since I caught him fucking that girl in the kitchen.

The rest of the car ride was filled with light banter and laughter, which helped ease my nerves as we approached the clinic.

Arriving at the doctor’s office, we only had to wait for about ten minutes outside before being called in. I took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of apprehension and hope. Alex gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, silently conveying his support.

“Good day, doctor,” I greeted as we entered his office. The doctor smiled warmly and gestured for us to take a seat. He opened my medical report, carefully examining the details of my concussion recovery.

“It’s good to see you again,” the doctor said, his voice gentle and reassuring. “You’ve made excellent progress in your healing since the last visit.”

He went on to explain the stages of concussion healing, discussing the improvements in my symptoms and overall well-being. He emphasized the importance of rest, avoiding strenuous activities, and allowing my brain time to fully recover. As he spoke, I listened attentively, taking mental notes to ensure I followed his recommendations diligently.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Alex, who was seated beside me, listened intently as well. He was always the kind of person who genuinely cared and wanted to be informed about my health. His presence was a source of comfort, and knowing that he was there for me made the journey to recovery a little less daunting.

The doctor concluded the discussion with a reminder to monitor any lingering symptoms and to reach out if anything concerning arose. He commended my efforts in following the prescribed treatment plan, assuring me that I was on the right track.

Feeling relieved and hopeful, I expressed my gratitude to the doctor for his guidance and support throughout the healing process.

As we left the doctor’s office, Alex turned towards me and asked, “since you have been a good girl, do you want to go to the fair?”