Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story

by Cher Etan

  Make 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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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

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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 h
im 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.

  *****

  Dean drew up to the hospital anticipating surprising Meaghan by taking her home and cooking her dinner. He’d heard about the accident on I-295 and that patients had been taken to Mt. Sinai. So he’d called earlier to commiserate but she hadn’t picked up and he knew it had been hard for her. He realized they rarely talked about the hard things; too many barriers to that, what with his family drama and their limited time together which he realized was mostly spent in bed. After his talk this morning with Smith he’d realized he didn’t really know how Meaghan felt about the continuous attempts to sabotage them perpetrated by his mother and his ex-girlfriend. She always said she was fine with it; that she understood but maybe…

  He pulled into the parking lot just in time to see her sliding into a blue SUV with a tall white older looking guy. The guy drove off and before Dean could think about it, he was following them. They didn’t go very far; just to La Trattoria, Meaghan’s favorite restaurant…the guy handed her out of the car – she was smiling at him – and they walked into the restaurant. Dean vacillated between wanting to drive off right away and wanting to find out who this guy was who his girlfriend seemed to have blown him off for. It seemed she wasn’t too tired to talk to him. He snatched his phone off the console and sent Meaghan a text.

  Where are you?

  He tapped his foot, waiting anxiously for her reply. Willing her to tell him the truth. She didn’t reply for a while and Dean was just contemplating stepping out of the car and going to confront her when his notifications pinged.

  I’m at work. See you later?

  Dean stared at the text, his eyes burning and his heart beat fibrillating dangerously.

  She had lied to him.

  Dean leaned back on the head rest of his seat, traitorous thoughts swirling in his head. How many times? How many men? Was any of this real? Was she playing him? So many questions with no answers. Dean tried to calm down, to wait and see but he could feel his heart breaking. He’d risked everything for her and she did…this? Before he knew he had decided to do it, Dean was alighting from the vehicle and heading into the restaurant. Luigi was at the maitre d’s station speaking with him in low tones. He looked up and saw Dean, and his face lit up with a smile.

  “Dean! How nice to see you. Have you come to join Meaghan and her doctor friend?” he asked.

  Dean shook his head. “No, I just thought I’d…have a cup of Joe. Don’t tell them I’m here,” he tried out a smile for size but didn’t think Luigi was fooled.

  “Oh,” he said in a tone implying he was drawing his own conclusions. He extended his arm, indicating that Dean should follow him and led him to a table from which he had a good view of Meaghan and her guest; but she couldn’t see him. Luigi left him to his own devices and someone brought him a coffee before long. He was too busy watching Meaghan interact with the man to notice. Their conversation seemed extremely intense and Meaghan was talking a lot. Dean would have given his left arm for a listening device right now. The white guy leaned forward, not breaking eye contact with her, and put his hand on top of hers on the table. Dean almost lost it right there and then. Who the fuck was this guy and what did he think he was doing putting his hand on Dean’s girlfriend?? Luigi came by and slid into the seat opposite Dean, temporarily blocking his view of Meaghan. Dean transferred the glare he’d been directing at Meaghan’s companion to Luigi.

  “You know distrust is the death bringer of relationships,” Luigi intoned. “I know that for sure because it’s coming between my wife and me.”

  Dean was not in the mood to be diplomatic. “What’s coming between your wife and you is the fact that you’re still in love with Bain,” he said cuttingly. Luigi had the grace to look shamefaced but then rallied.

  “Regardless of that. This is not the way to go about these things,” he said. Dean had become a friend so he was allowed to be snippy now and then; especially if he was upset over Meaghan possibly cheating on him. Luigi knew how bad Dean had it. He and Meaghan had eaten at the restaurant many times so Luigi had plenty of opportunity to observe them. Plus he still spoke to Bain, so he knew about all the family drama on Dean’s side.

  “How would you suggest we ‘go about’ these things?” Dean’s tone was just a little bit snarky.

  “Would you like me to find out who he is?” Luigi offered, making Dean feel bad about his rudeness. He thought about it seriously but then found that he wasn’t ready to know if Meaghan was cheating and then thinking that Meaghan was aware that Luigi knew about them and surely she wouldn’t be flaunting another guy in front of him if she wanted to keep it a secret. So either there was another explanation or…

  Dean shook his head, “No don’t. I’ll wait for her to tell me herself,” he said standing up and drawing a bill down on his plate. “I’d be grateful if you didn’t mention I was here,” h
e said. Luigi nodded and Dean turned to leave with a muttered thanks.

  *****

  “So where in Queens did you grow up,” Meaghan asked, curious to find out as much of his journey as she could.

  “Well I grew up in Queensborough; like I said my dad was a mechanic,” he said.

  “So why medicine?”

  Dr. Shelley shrugged, “Well you know the way boys grow up playing with cars and video games and running outside climbing trees…if they’re lucky enough to live in neighborhoods that still have those that is.”

  Meaghan smiled and nodded.

  “Well, I grew up dissecting first Barbie dolls and then insects…the occasional frogs. I wanted to find out how things worked. My mother thought I was gay at first, and then she was afraid I was a serial killer,” Dr. Shelley said smiling wryly.

  Meaghan laughed. “So what happened? Did she take you to a psychiatrist?”

  “No, lucky for me I had a science teacher who recognized my interest for what it was and guided me toward less disturbing ways to satisfy my curiosity about the human body. He was my first and most important mentor. Without him I might not be where I am today.”

  “Teachers can be great,” Meaghan agreed.

  “What about you? What’s your story?” he asked.

  Meaghan shrugged. “I came from the wrong side of the tracks but I wanted to get into the right schools so I applied for a scholarship, played up my disadvantages and gave them perfect grades. I had a great teacher to help me do that too. From there it wasn’t too difficult to get into Dalton and from Dalton to Yale. The rest as they say is history.”

  “Wow, you attended Dalton School? That’s…impressive.” Dr. Shelley was nodding his head at her and smiling his approval and Meaghan couldn’t help but feel glowy inside.

  “Yeah I did. Anyway, it was a great ride and my mother was very supportive. Lonely though; it wasn’t like I could come home and discuss my day with the neighbor’s kid,” she twisted her lips as she said.

  “I’m familiar with that problem. My neighbor’s kid was selling pot by the time he was twelve. A real entrepreneurial type – really made my life difficult because one, I was white, and two, I actually took school seriously.”