Three years into treating Julian Vance's teeth, I got pregnant with his child. The problem? He always thought I was a man. To find the woman from "that night," he practically turned New York City upside down. When he came to me with another toothache, I asked casually, "Mr. Vance, if you find her, are you planning to keep her as a sugar baby?" He rinsed his mouth and sneered. "Keep her? I'm going to ruin her." My hand shook so hard I almost dropped the drill. I handed in my resignation the next day and ran for my life. Three months later, I was settling into a small coastal town in Maine. I was struggling to follow a pregnancy recipe for bone broth when a figure pressed against my back. A large, hot hand covered my slight baby bump. Julian's voice whispered in my ear: "Dr. Sam, didn't I tell you?" "If I catch her... she's finished." Chapter 1 When the morning sickness got so bad I was nearly dehydrated, my anxiety peaked. I didn't dare go to a hospital. Because a month ago, the person who spent the night with NYC's business tycoon, Julian Vance, at The Pierre... was me. Julian had hired half the private investigators in the city. I had to ask a friend from another state to mail me a pregnancy test anonymously. Two red lines. Bright red. I'm screwed. I flushed the test down the toilet, destroying the evidence. Usually, my baggy lab coat and chest binder helped me pass as a man. But if my belly started growing, how could I hide it? I collapsed on the sofa in the staff lounge for half an hour until the door was shoved open. Julian Vance walked in. A bespoke suit accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, but his handsome face was dark as thunder. His assistant followed, familiar with the routine: "Dr. Sam, Mr. Vance's tooth is acting up again." I cursed internally but plastered on my professional fake smile. After all, I was just an employee, and Julian was the clinic's biggest investor. He lay on the dental chair, loosening his tie irritably. "Be gentle. It hurts like hell." I turned on the overhead light. Under the glare, his flawless face looked a bit pale. "Pulpitis. Acute flare-up. You need a root canal." He grunted and closed his eyes. The anesthesia kicked in. I started working. The room was silent, save for the clicking of instruments. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. "Dr. Sam, did you lose anything at The Pierre recently?" My probe almost punctured his gums. "No. Why do you ask, Mr. Vance?" He caught my split-second stiffness and smirked coldly. "I found something interesting." He signaled his assistant to hand over a velvet pouch. Inside was a small, iris-shaped ear stud. I bought it with my first scholarship in college. Because of my "male" persona, I never wore jewelry. I only kept this small stud in my right ear cartilage, hidden by my hair. That night... was too chaotic. I was about to relax when he added slowly, "This is a custom piece from a niche designer. One of a kind." Cold sweat trickled down my back. I forced myself to stay calm. "Just an earring. Probably a knockoff." "Is it?" He stared at me, eyes sharp. "I have my team checking every custom jewelry record in the city." I looked at him and tested the waters. "Mr. Vance, you're going to such lengths... if you find her, are you planning a sugar baby arrangement?" "Sugar baby?" Julian looked like he heard the joke of the century. He curled his lip, staring at me gloomily. "A woman who dares to scheme against me..." "I'll make her wish she were dead." Chapter 2 I've been working at this elite dental clinic for three years. Three years ago, my dad's company went bankrupt, leaving an eight-figure debt. He jumped off a roof. He left me and my mom with nothing but debt collectors. To pay them off, I gave up my residency at a public hospital and accepted an offer from this private clinic. High salary, high commission. The price? I had to be a "man." In this prejudiced industry, male doctors were more easily accepted by the ultra-rich clientele. Looking at the astronomical debt, I agreed without hesitation. I cut my hair, wore a binder, and kept my mask glued to my face. I became "Dr. Sam." Before me, Julian had fired five dentists. He was picky and impossible. The director pushed me forward as a last resort. Surprisingly, I lasted the longest. We coexisted peacefully. I saw him as a walking ATM; he saw me as a reliable mechanic. Until that absurd gala a month ago. The next morning, I woke up in a messy king-sized bed. The man who usually lay in my dental chair was lying naked next to me. Terrified, I grabbed my clothes and ran. I thought it was a one-time accident with no consequences. But of all the times... I got pregnant. The next morning, I was vomiting my guts out. My assistant's relentless calls dragged me back to the clinic. Julian was sitting in my office, face black. I took a deep breath and walked in. "Mr. Vance, sorry. Family emergency." He looked up, eyes dark enough to drown in. He didn't believe a word. He stood up and grabbed my arm, his grip crushing. "Do you know how long I've waited?" Julian had a temper. And since I was a "man," he had no reservations. I stumbled. In the struggle, his hand brushed against my chest. Through the thin shirt... the softness was undeniable. We both froze. I realized I forgot my binder because the morning sickness was too severe. I was instantly sober. Julian frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes. "What... is that? So soft?" I quickly pulled a hot water bottle from my jacket and held it up. "Stomach ache. Using it for heat." The water bag sloshed. It felt similar enough. He seemed to buy it, but his face remained dark. Back in the lounge, my legs gave out. My phone buzzed. Bank notification. [Deposit: $50,000. Bonus.] With my savings, I was this close to paying off the debt. I slumped in the chair, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't live in fear anymore. My belly would grow. I couldn't hide it. The only option was to run. Chapter 3 From that day on, I started "Quiet Quitting." "Mr. Vance, I think to match your status, we should replace this wisdom tooth with solid gold." Julian's face went blank. "..." After the treatment, he blocked me in the office. "Dr. Sam, have I been too lenient with you?" I spun in my chair, eyebrow raised. "If you're unhappy, Mr. Vance, feel free to switch doctors." Silence. Julian stared at me, anger burning in his eyes. I prayed he would fire me on the spot. But he took a deep breath and hissed through his teeth. "I. Will. Not." Then he stormed out. Great. Another day of successfully pissing off Julian Vance. I wanted him to think I was unethical and hopeless. I wanted him to fire me so I could get the severance pay. But he wouldn't crack. I escalated. I claimed equipment failure. I claimed "bad vibes." I turned the clinic upside down. The director lectured me daily. I ignored him. Julian's face got darker every day. One day, after I suggested pulling all his teeth for dentures, he stormed in. I was vomiting over the sink, pale as a ghost. He marched up and grabbed my wrist. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Dizzy from being shaken, I couldn't hold it back. I threw up all over his six-figure custom suit. Blargh. Awkward silence. Julian's face was darker than the bottom of a pot. I raised a weak hand. "I swear... I didn't vomit because you're disgusting..." He looked at the mess on his chest, then at my pale face. His anger faded into something complex. "Go to the hospital," he said, voice low. My heart stopped. "No!" I refused instantly. "Just ate something bad. I'll rest." Go to the hospital? And expose the baby? No thanks. But Julian was stubborn. "You look terrible. Go check it out." His tone allowed no refusal. I was sweating bullets. Just then, my friend's voice message played loudly over the Bluetooth speaker. "Sam! Did you get the abortion pills I mailed? That stuff is dangerous, think it over!" Chapter 4 Dead silence. My heart pounded so loud it was terrifying. It's over. I looked up at Julian stiffly. The complex emotion on his face vanished, replaced by icy scrutiny. "Abortion pills?" He tasted the words, cold and sharp. "Dr. Sam, how many surprises do you have for me?" My brain spun, desperately looking for an excuse. "It's for a friend!" I shouted. "She... she met a scumbag. She had no choice!" I even squeezed out two tears, looking at him with practiced pity. Julian narrowed his eyes, locking onto me, judging my truthfulness. After a long time, he smiled. A smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Is that so? You're so helpful." He took out his phone and called his assistant right in front of me. "Check Dr. Sam's social circle. Specifically female friends. See who's in 'trouble'." He hung up and pocketed the phone. "Dr. Sam, I better not find anything." "Or I don't mind making your 'friend' disappear with you." He took off the soiled jacket, threw it in the trash, and walked out. When the door closed, I collapsed. Run. I have to run now. That night, I packed my bags and took a taxi to the station. I bought a ticket for the first train heading north. Maine. No destination, just away from Julian Vance. As the train moved, watching the city lights fade, I finally exhaled. Goodbye, Julian.
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