Millionaire Ends Up in Emergency Room, Didn’t Expect Doctor Treating Him to Capture His Heart

The Unexpected Patient and the Persistent Pursuit

Felix Jameson didn’t expect to spend his Friday night lying on an emergency room gurney with a deep gash on his side. But here he was, bleeding, irritated, and absolutely regretting the bar fight that had put him here.

He’d only stepped in to stop some drunk guy from harassing a waitress. The next thing he knew, a broken glass had slashed his ribs.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath as he pressed a hand against the wound.

His white dress shirt was ruined and stained crimson, but he barely felt the pain. He had experienced worse. What really annoyed him was the fact that his driver had insisted on bringing him straight to the hospital instead of back to his penthouse.

The curtain to his examination area yanked open, and suddenly the room didn’t feel so dull anymore. A woman in a white coat stood before him, clipboard in hand. Her dark brown eyes were sharp and assessing.

Her chestnut hair was tied into a loose ponytail, a few strands slipping free to frame her face. Felix had seen beautiful women before. He had dated supermodels and had drinks with actresses.

But there was something about her that made the air in his lungs still.

“I’m Doctor Callie Westwood,” she said briskly, stepping closer. “Let’s see how bad this is.”

Felix raised an eyebrow, more intrigued than concerned. “You don’t waste time with pleasantries, do you, Doc?”

She barely spared him a glance. “Not when a patient is bleeding on my table. Shirt off.”

Felix huffed a small laugh but obeyed, unbuttoning his ruined shirt and shrugging it off. He caught the slight hesitation in her movements as her gaze flickered over his chest, toned from years of boxing. His tan skin was marred by a few scars from past injuries.

Callie cleared her throat, snapping herself back to focus. “The wound isn’t too deep, but you’ll need stitches.”

“Great,” Felix said, watching her as she pulled on gloves. “I was hoping for an excuse to see you again. How many follow-ups will this require?”

Callie ignored the flirtation and began cleaning his wound with practiced hands.

“Just one, and don’t try to charm your way into more appointments. I’m immune to that.”

Felix chuckled, wincing slightly as the antiseptic burned. “You wound me, Doc.”

“You did that to yourself,” she shot back, threading the needle with precision.

Felix watched her work, fascinated by her concentration. She was different from most women he met. She was unimpressed by his presence and unshaken by his teasing. It was refreshing.

“So, what happened?” she asked, keeping her focus on the stitches.

“Some guy got aggressive with a waitress. I stepped in. He didn’t appreciate that.”

Callie paused for half a second before continuing. “That was reckless.”

Felix shrugged. “It was the right thing to do.”

She glanced up, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. There was something there, something unreadable.

“Still reckless,” she murmured, finishing the last stitch.

Felix grinned. “You care about me already, Doc?”

Callie rolled her eyes, removing her gloves. “Hardly. But I do care about keeping you out of my ER.”

She turned to dispose of the used materials. Felix knew he should just let her do her job, take his discharge papers, and leave. But for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to.

“Do you ever take a break from saving lives?” he asked casually.

Callie arched an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I have time to entertain a millionaire with a hero complex?”

Felix smirked. “I was going to say go out for dinner, but your version works too.”

She shook her head, suppressing a smile. “You should rest. No strenuous activity for a few days.”

Felix leaned back on the gurney, watching her with newfound intrigue. He had come in expecting nothing more than a quick fix-up. Instead, he was leaving with stitches and an undeniable interest in Dr. Callie Westwood.

For the first time in years, Felix Jameson found himself wanting to chase something that had nothing to do with business or wealth. He wanted her. Felix Jameson wasn’t the type to let someone slip through his fingers, especially when his instincts told him there was more.

Dr. Callie Westwood was a mystery wrapped in a white coat, sealed with a stare that had challenged him more than anyone in recent memory.

Two days after his ER visit, he found himself standing outside a bustling cafe near the hospital. The smell of roasted coffee beans blended with the city air.

He wasn’t the kind of man who waited, but here he was, leaning against his sleek black sports car. He was watching the entrance like a hunter surveying his prey.

Sure enough, right on schedule, Callie emerged. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun. She had a coffee cup in one hand and her phone in the other.

She was mid-sentence, nodding at whatever the person on the other end was saying. But the moment she caught sight of him, her brows lifted in something between amusement and exasperation.

She ended the call and approached him. “Tell me you didn’t track my schedule just to stand out here looking smug.”

Felix grinned. “I prefer persistent.”

Callie took a slow sip of her coffee, studying him. “And I prefer not interested.”

“I don’t believe that.”

She let out a breath, shaking her head. “Let me guess: you have this whole thing planned out in your head. You charm me, I fall for you, and then what? You get bored.”

Felix tilted his head slightly. “That’s a lot of assumptions, Doc.”

Callie folded her arms, unimpressed. “I’ve met your type before.”

That intrigued him even more. “And what type is that?”

“The kind who thinks persistence equals entitlement.”

Felix chuckled. “I don’t think I’m entitled to anything. But I do think you’re intrigued, and that scares you.”

Callie’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes for the briefest second. “I don’t have time for games,” she said finally.

“Good,” Felix replied. “Neither do I.”

She huffed out a reluctant laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re fascinating.”

Callie rolled her eyes but didn’t walk away. Instead, she glanced at her watch. “I have exactly ten minutes before I need to be back inside.”

Felix gestured toward a nearby bench. “Then let’s not waste them.”

To his surprise, she moved toward the bench without another word, sitting with a sigh.

He joined her. The space between them filled with the hum of passing cars and distant conversation.

“What made you want to be a doctor?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Callie arched a brow. “That’s your opening question?”

“Would you rather I ask something shallow?”

She studied him for a long moment before answering. “I wanted to fix things… people. I like the idea of making a tangible difference in someone’s life.”

Felix nodded, filing that away. “And do you still feel that way?”

“Most days,” she admitted. “And you? What made you want to be a…” She gestured vaguely, as if unable to sum him up in one word.

“A businessman?” he offered.

“Millionaire,” she corrected.

Felix let out a low chuckle. “Ah, so you did Google me.”

Callie didn’t confirm or deny it. “Answer the question.”

He leaned back slightly. “I like control. I like knowing that whatever happens, I have the power to change it.”

She studied him again, as if peeling back layers. “That sounds exhausting.”

Felix’s lips twitched. “And what about you? Carrying the weight of people’s lives every day?”

Callie took another sip of coffee. “It’s fulfilling, but exhausting.”

She hesitated, then nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, an understanding settling between them.

Callie glanced at her watch and stood. “Time’s up.”

Felix stood too, hands in his pockets. “Dinner tonight?”

Callie exhaled, eyeing him. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when something’s worth the effort.”

She hesitated, then finally gave him a small nod. “One dinner.”

Felix grinned. “I’ll pick you up at 7:00.”