The CEO and The Doctor

1. "I'm not interested in your babbling."

It was a regular day at work for me. Slow and without much workload. Until it wasn't.

I had started working at the hospital a few months ago as a junior doctor after having graduated from medical school.

In all those months, I'd had busy days and relatively quiet days.

I had seen numerous patients and cases. Dealt with multiple emergency cases.

Observed many surgeries and even assisted in some.

But no day matched the chaos of that particular one. Yet, for me it was just another case. Another day of a patient being rolled-in critical. Until it eventually became much more than that. I was clueless of my impending fate. Of the rollercoaster ride my life was about to become.

It was 7 pm. All was calm in the hospital. There wasn't much patient flow, so I sat doing some documentation.

The calm of my surroundings turned to dust within seconds as panic and chaos struck around. I lifted my head in confusion to look at the source.

A VIP patient was rolled into the VIP section on a stretcher. I looked at him from afar. All I could see was a blood soaked white shirt. The senior doctor I worked with called me, telling me to report to the operation theatre in the VIP section ASAP.

I rushed up to the OT, changing into my scrubs and scrubbing in as fast as I could. A member of the staff helped me into my gown, another helped tie my cap and mask, and then I hurried into the OT where an entire team tended to the patient who had been brought in.

It was a case of a gunshot wound in the abdomen. I didn't have time to ask about his name or any other details as he was swinging between life and death, and required immediate intervention, but from where I stood, I thought he looked familiar.

As I slipped my gloves on, I didn't know my life would forever change henceforth.

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I stifled a yawn, taking another sip of my coffee that wasn't doing much to keep me awake. I had been in the hospital for the past 36 hours running on minimum sleep. My eyes looked out the windows nearby for a moment. It was a sunny day. I wondered if I would be able to finally go home that night.

My hands flipped the pages of a patient's file I was told to go through. Seeing everything normal, I started preparing their discharge documentation.

"Hey, Aysel." A familiar voice spoke before a redhead stood before me.

"Hey, Eva." I replied tiredly.

She knelt down in front of me, and I glanced at her, getting confused at the excitement she was radiating. She placed her hands on my knee and nudged me while I worked on completing the discharge form. "Is it true? The Aiden Knight was operated on here last night?"

I sighed, summoning one of the staff to take the discharge form from me. As he took it and left, I met my work partner and best friend's gaze. "Is that even something to get excited over?"

"Yes. I mean, the Aiden Knight was here. At the hospital I work at. And I wasn't there at the time. This is the first time I'm bummed at not being on night duty." She gushed, pouting at her sad fortune at the end.

I sighed again, shaking my head. "Don't be so dumb, Eva. That man is scary and dangerous. You should be seeking cover with him around, not getting stoked at the idea of seeing him."

"Oh come on," she waved off my remark. "I bet people make up stories about him being dangerous and all that because they're jealous of him."

I raised an eyebrow at her sarcastically. "And why would they be jealous of him?"

"Duh, because he's super hot, rich and the most successful man in the entire country. I bet he's actually a nice guy." She stated.

I sighed. "Whatever. Not like it's our business what he's like."

"Did you get to see him?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Yes. I assisted the surgery with Dr. Bailey."

Her jaw dropped to the floor, before coming back up a minute later. "YOU assisted his surgery? What?!" Her eyes were so wide I was afraid they would fall out of their sockets.

"Eva," I deadpanned. "The guy came here with a bullet wound and great blood loss, and look at the stuff you're saying."

"What?!" She exclaimed. "That dumb Andrew never tells me the entire story. I thought he came to get his appendix removed or something."

I snorted. "That's what you assumed? That he was here to get his appendix out?"

Her cheeks tinted slightly red with embarrassment. "That was the first thing that came to my mind, and it seemed pretty rational."

I snickered. "He was wheeled in bleeding and barely breathing. We had to perform an emergency surgery. You should have seen the chaos, not just in the OT, but pretty much the entire hospital."

"Damn. Poor guy. He's too hot to get shot. I wonder what happened." Her face assumed a sad expression as if Aiden Knight was a member of her family or something.

I rolled my eyes, taking a big gulp of my coffee that was getting cold. "Don't you have work, Eva?"

"Is he still here?" She counter questioned, completely ignoring mine.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Dr. Bailey's voice sounded from behind us. Eva's face went pale as she slowly rose from the floor.

Dr. Bailey scowled at her, before turning her stern gaze to me. "Dr. Aysel, go to the VIP ward and text me with Mr. Knight's vitals. Stay there until I tell you your next task."

I pressed my lips together, nodding at her order and scurrying to the elevator without wasting a second. I tapped my foot on the floor until the elevator doors dinged open, and I stepped on to the VIP floor.

My heart fluttered with a strange nervousness as I neared the room Aiden Knight had been shifted to.

In case you're wondering, he was the country's richest, most powerful and feared businessman.

The CEO of Knight Enterprises. At only the age of 29, he had set up an extremely flourishing multinational empire.

He was as intimidating and dangerous as he was handsome and wise. I had even heard rumours that he didn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood if they dared crossing him. The thought alone made me shudder.

I didn't realise the danger his presence brought the previous night due to the chaos of the moment, but now in the calm, it sent chills down my spine realising whom I was personally dealing with.

He was also known to have a short temper. What if he got mad at me and killed me on the spot?

Swallowing, I knocked on the door behind which he was, before pushing the door open and entering.

My feet halted in their tracks, my body stiffening as my eyes met dark brown orbs that sent shivers down my spine. A frown etched onto his very attractive face, the look he gave me was very unfriendly.

I could already feel him planning my murder.

My eyes stupidly checked him out, settling longer at the veins bulging in his strong arms and then at his big, manly hands.

I realised what I was doing was inappropriate as a medical professional, and quickly composed myself, clearing my throat as I nervously neared his bed on which he sat as though he wasn't almost dying the night before.

"H-hello," I mentally facepalmed myself when my voice came out as a stutter before I reminded myself to maintain my composure as a doctor. "I'm Dr. Aysel Clark. I'll be checking your vitals."

His frown grew deeper with every word I spoke, to the point I feared the veins in his forehead would explode. His dangerous aura surrounded me like a cloud of fear and discomfort, and I understood in that moment why people were so frightened of him.

I had never been so intimidated before. I wanted to run away to a new country and start a new life. That was the kind of fear he instilled within me without even having said a word.

"Do I have your consent?" I asked, attempting to hide the quiver in my tone.

His eyes sent daggers my way, making me almost choke on my saliva as I swallowed in fear. "I'm fine." I almost trembled as I heard his voice for the first time. It was deep, dark and velvety. Very manly. Just like him.

"I have to, Mr. Knight. It's for your own benefit to ensure that you're doing well after the surgery. I'll be quick." I insisted.

"I said," my knees buckled as his voice grew deeper and darker, menacing. "I'm. Fine."

This man is going to be the death of me. Dear God, what do I do? If I cross him, he'll kill me in cold blood and throw the pieces of my body to wolves. And if I don't obey Dr. Bailey, she'll make my life a living hell.

"Mr. Knight, could you please cooperate? My senior will kill me if I don't follow her commands." I almost requested.

He tilted his head to the side, studying my pale face. "I might just kill you too."

Shit. I'm so dead.

I swallowed, trying not to squirm under his terrifying gaze, before shifting to a different question. "Do you have any pain?"

"No. Go and prepare my discharge process." He replied curtly, gesturing with his hand to the door.

"I'm afraid I can't make that decision. Also, Mr. Knight, you underwent a critical surgery last night and lost a lot of blood. Ideally, you should—"

"I'm not interested in your babbling." He cut me off rudely.

My heart stood still, aching slightly. Perks of being an overtly sensitive girl. Yes, Eva. Weren't you so right? What a truly nice guy he is.

"Okay." I whispered, trying to hide my pathetic hurt feelings.

Asshole. I was part of the team thanks to which you're breathing today.

I turned around to leave, not caring if Dr. Bailey (who was usually quite a nightmare herself) told me off for not taking the jerk's vitals.

The moment I stepped out, my heartbeat resumed and I was finally able to actually breathe. The dark aura that lingered around that man's existence vanished, and I couldn't help but feel so relieved.

In that moment I decided. If, God forbid, he were to stay in the hospital for a while, I would stay away from him. No matter what.