[Book 1 of Complicated Trilogy] “It may not be perfection, but it's complicated.” Warning: Yellow—Contains mature content. Cursing is not censored. © Copyright 2014-2016. All rights reserved. I do not own the picture I photo shopped as the cover.


1. Meet the Doctors

Meet the Doctors


“Dr. Fernandez, Dr. Malik would like to see you.”

“Thanks nurse Rosaline. Tell him I'm on my way.” I walk down the corridor towards his office. What the hell does he want now? I have to go pack for my vacation in Downtown Chicago with Dalia.

It's the year 2019 but nothing's changed since I was 18. Besides cars running on corn oil, solar energy or electricity. And smartphones got smarter. Oh and Michelle Obama is president. The name is Fernandez. Dr. Alanna Fernandez. I'm 23 years old and I work at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago alongside my cousin Dalia. 

We're both doctors, but it becomes a problem when one of us is requested or needed. It's primarily due to having the same last name, Fernandez. Why am I just 23? Well, Dalia and I were protégés and we went through medical school in a snap. That's why...

Dalia is usually requested by the most perverted men on the face of the earth. Yet, she continues to wear a crop top, short shorts, and high heels to work. I don't know why the head doctor lets her wear such an outfit to the hospital.

I walked into Zayn's office. He used to be 1/5 of One Direction, but they broke up four years ago. Now he's the head doctor at Northwestern Memorial. British, tall, black hair, brown eyes, cute smile, and he's tattooed. He's pretty sexy. I think he has abs...better stop now before I begin to fucking drool.

“Sit down Dr. Fernandez.” I sat down, feeling a bit nervous. What did he want from me? I think he might fire me because of last week... “Do you know why I called you down here Dr. Fernandez?”

“If it's that party from last week when I kissed you in front of your girlfriend, I was drunk as fuck and-”

“No! That's not it...”

He started to blush, but I didn't call him out for it. “Then what the hell am I doing in your office?”

“I was wondering if you were interested in going to a doctor's convention held in London.” What. The. Fuck.

“London? What for?”

“Well, it's for trading techniques and...”

I started laughing. “You have got to be fucking kidding me Dr. Malik. A doctor's convention held in London?”

“Well, all the protégés from around the world are going to be there and I thought you would be the perfect pick.” I looked at him confused.

“Uh...what about Dalia?”

“You've been working here for three years Dr. Fernandez. So has Dalia, but she, well-”

“She dresses like a showgirl, acts like a kid, isn't really responsible even though she's a 20 year old doctor- I think I got the picture...”

“Well since now that's out of the way, can you please go with me to London? I won't take no for an answer.”

He gave me a slight puppy dog face. Oh shit, a 26 year old making a puppy dog face is fucking adorable. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You have to extend me and Dalia's vacation to two months. No exceptions.”

“TWO MONTHS!? No fucking way! What if you or Dalia are needed around here?”

“Well, I won't be able to hang out with my cousin this summer if I go with you. Besides, I won't take no for an answer.” I smirked.

“If it means we go to London together, yes.” I got up and headed towards the door.

“One more thing, Dr. Malik.”

“What is it Dr. Fernandez?”

“Did you really think I was actually drunk last week?” I winked at him as I closed the door, knowing that I left him shocked. I have never dated, but I know how to get what I want. A smile crept onto my face as I walked down the corridor.






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