Isabella's POV

"Good morning. I am Taylor Butler." He said, giving me a bright smile and extended his hand towards me.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Butler. I am Isabella Martini." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you. And please, call me Taylor, Isabella." He said.

Alessandro cleared his throat, glaring at Taylor in frustration and gritted his teeth.

"Alessandro De Luca." He introduced himself firmly as he extended his hand towards Taylor.

"Taylor Butler." Taylor said firmly. "You? The father of the baby?" He added, giving Alessandro a questioning look.

"Umm... No, Alessandro is my childhood friend." I lied. Before coming here, Alessandro and I had decided to keep our relationship a secret because no one knew about our relationship; he hadn't still found who was leaking the information. "He didn't want to leave me alone." I added.

Taylor nodded and said. "Good. Then let's start checking up."

After checking up, we left the hospital. Alessandro was leading us towards his car in quick steps while holding my hand, dragging me with himself. He looked angry.

"Alessandro, slow down." I demanded, pulling my hand.

He stopped, sighing and released my hand. He ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes. He opened his eyes, gave me a glare.

"Why have you not told me Taylor is a man?!" He snapped in frustration.

"I didn't think you are interested in my doctor's gender." I replied, annoyed and folded my arms over my chest. I didn't understand why he was mad.

"Of course, I am." He stated, frustrated. "Is there no woman obstetrician in the city?" He hissed.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "He is just my doctor, Alessandro. There is no reason to be jealous." I declared.

"I am not jealous, but I don't want that some prick checks up on my wife." He stated in an authoritarian tone.

"Don't be ridiculous." I commented, rolling my eyes.

"Will he be there when you give birth too?" He asked, clenching his fist.

"Of course. He is my doctor." I reminded.

"No way! You will change him immediately." He demanded.

"Alessandro!" I snapped, drawing everyone's attention to us. As Alessandro glared at them angrily, they looked away. I rolled my eyes.

"I will find you a new obstetrician. End of discussion!" He snapped and went towards his car.

I clenched my fist, looking at him from behind. I frowned and followed him. I grabbed his arm, stopping him. I breathed deeply, trying to calm down and said. "Calm down, Alessandro. He is just my doctor."

"No! I don't want him to be your doctor. I don't want any man to touch what is mine. Especially her private body parts." He hissed.

"Alessandro! Don't exaggerate! He just does his job. My doctor in New York suggested and informed him about my state; he is the best in his field in Italy." I stated.

"I don't want to hear anything. You will change your doctor." He demanded, determined. "Don't worry. I will find a better doctor than him. He will not be in a delivery room. It isn't up for discussion." He added firmly and opened the door for me. "Get in the car!" He ordered.

I gritted my teeth, frustrated. I hated when he acted bossy towards me. I frowned, annoyed and got in the car. I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a death glare as he got in the car. He ignored me and started the car.

Since my doctor appointment, Alessandro had tried to persuade me that I changed my doctor. As he understood that his demands didn't work on me, he changed his strategy. Now he was trying to convince me with his charm. And I should admit that he almost managed to convince me. What could I do when he had irresistible charm? Especially with my pregnancy hormones, it was more difficult for me.

I frowned, annoyed as someone knocked on the door. I was so sure it was my overprotective husband. The door opened, and Alessandro walked into my room. He closed the door and approached me.

Here we go again!

"Alessandro, I told you no. I don't want to change my doctor." I confirmed.

"Please, bella mia." He begged, looking into my eyes with puppy eyes. "I promise I will find you a better doctor. Please." He added, giving me his dazzling smile.

Ugh! This smile. If he keeps giving me this smile, I will accept everything he wants. Why is he irresistible?

I covered my eyes and stated. "No. I don't want."

"What are you doing?" He asked, amused and pulled my hands away from my eyes as he grabbed my wrists.

"Because when I see your dazzling smile, I accept everything you want; I can not resist your mesmerizing smile." I admitted honestly and frowned.

He grinned arrogantly and said. "I love you, woman." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him and smashed his lips against mine.

"Ugh! I hate when I can not resist you. It is because of your fucking dazzling smile. It makes me melt like an ice cream under blazing summer sun as well as your freaking captivating eyes. When you look at me it seems your gaze goes through my layers making me disappear everything around us. I have serious doubts that you even can convince someone to jump off a cliff." I scowled childishly and folded my arms over my chest. He gave me a cocky smirk. "How can you do it? You are annoying. I hate you." I pouted. He chuckled.

"You really hate me?! Huh?" He grinned, stroking my cheek affectionately.

"Yeah, so much." I said mischievously and wrapped my arms around his neck. "But don't get spoiled!" I added as I gripped his hair and pulled it back slightly.

He groaned and tightened his grip around my waist. Then the corner of his lips curled up.

"I hate you too." He said provocatively, looking into my eyes, full of lust in his eyes and smashed his lips against mine, kissing me in a demanding and passionate kiss. He dragged me towards the bed without breaking our fierce kiss.