The hospital bustles with people, each one sick with a disease, or hurt in some kind of way. Being the best neurosurgeon in the city, Greyson Adler is pretty good at what he does and he knows it.

Sighing heavily, checking his patients lab results near the front desk, flipping through the endless pages. That is, until the chief approaches him, with you right behind him.

Greyson doesn't need the introduction, he knows who you are, and he's shocked. The women he slept with last night.