Chapter 5

AMY

He had not changed a bit. Except for this time, he wore a pair of monochromatic glasses, and a white shirt with its top two buttons open that I could see his heavily built chest.

He looked very yummy, and my mind was already buzzing with naughty ideas. But I stopped my thoughts, red-hot anger washing over me instead as I watched him. Was this some kind of a sick joke?

I saw a glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“What are you doing here?” I could not contain my surprise and anger.

“What are you doing with my file? Have you been planning this since after the party? Do you know me?”

“What? Easy there, tiger. I’ll answer your questions one at a time,” he scoffed.

“For your first question, I’m with your file because I’m the therapist here. Second question: No. everything that happens at the party, stays at the party. The last question, I do know you. You are Amy Santiago, the daughter of Donavan Santiago.”

“What the hell are you saying?” I said, my voice high.

“Calm down, Amy,” he said, his tone cold and icy like this was not a big deal.

“Do not tell me to f*cking calm down. How could someone who was willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to help me?” I raged.

How stupid did I seem to him right now? To make it even worse, his expression was unreadable.

“Hey...take a breath. This is not what it looks like.”

I scoffed, giving him a death glare. “So you are like some s*x therapist that f*cks his clients anywhere?”

Hell, we had a pleasant day together. What I did not understand was why he was posing as my therapist when we had done stuff already. But I kept quiet and listened to him speak.

“This is all a huge misunderstanding. I promise I did not know you were the woman on my appointment list. If I had known it was you, I would definitely not have touched you that night. I have no intention of touching my clients. I swear.”

“Are you one of my dad’s rivals, and then you decided to stalk me or something?”

“No,” he scoffed again.

I settled in the chair. “Since when have you been a member of the SAL foundation?”

He gave me a quizzical stare. “A year ago.”

I nodded. “I just started coming with my dad five months ago. I wanted to be sure you had actually never seen or heard of me before all this happened.” I gestured with my hand.

He smiled and god, I almost melted into a hot caramel puddle. My anger had instantly disappeared, leaving me horny.

“You can be rest assured. Plus, I would never judge you, so please feel free around me, so that we can achieve the goals you have come here for,” he said with a smile.

I nodded, momentarily entranced by the movement of his plump pink lips. I wanted to kiss it so badly. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, especially in the situation we have found ourselves in. He is my therapist for crying out loud.

I crossed my net-clad legs, in an attempt to stop my p***y from pulsing at my thoughts. His eyes had caught the movement, and they traveled up my legs to my face, causing my p***y to drip now. I felt hot under his gaze and I looked away, discreetly heaving a deep sigh.

“You have ten minutes left. Get a hold of yourself, girl. You can do it.” I imagined Mandy saying those words to me.

Pete cleared his throat and adjusted his chair. “Shall we begin then?”

“Yes,” I managed to croak out, my eyes watching my fingers play with each other on my lap.

There was a pause, then he requested in a voice I found very sensual, “I need you to keep your eyes on me.”

Those words brought crazy images to my mind-my bare back on his cleared table, with him pounding inside me while he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.

I shook my head and looked up at him.

“Great. Now I will ask you a few questions and I would love for you to answer as honestly and clearly as you can.” He picked up a pen. “Remember, I listen, I don’t judge.”

I nodded.

“I prefer words.”

“Yes.”

“That's better. So tell me, why are you here?” He asked.

“I... I needed… I needed help.”

He raised a brow. “For what exactly?”

“I am sure it is stated there in my file,” I replied, shooting him an annoyed look.

He chuckled “This is how a session works, Amy. You have to cooperate if you really need help.”

“Oh.” I relaxed and answered, “I can control my s****l urge.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes still fixed on my file.

My eyes traced the outline of his chest through the open buttons. “I want s*x all the time. And can do that with anyone who is available.”

His eyelids narrowed into slits and his grip on his pen tightened just a little. “Anyone?” He choked out and when I nodded, his eyes blazed. Although when he shut and opened them, he seemed composed. What was that?

“What made you decide to get help?” He questioned while taking notes.

“My best friends, Mandy and Jason,” I answered.

“Why do you think they wanted you to get help?”

I smiled wistfully. “They are both embarrassed of me.”

“Since your best friends wants you to get help, is that what you really want?”

“Maybe,” I shrugged.

He studied me silently, a finger trailing his lips. I felt a knot in my tummy as I watched him do so. Was he doing this on purpose? Torturing me from where he sat while acting so ignorant of the effect he had on me.

“And do you feel you can be helped now?” He asked after a while.

His dark eyes seemed to swallowed me in as I stared into them and replied. “I think so,” I shrugged again.

He regarded me a bit before writing into my file, then he dropped the pen and clasped his hand on the table.

“Now, I need you to be very honest with me on this one, alright?” He said and I nodded.

He stood from his chair and paced around me, his eyes never leaving me. He stopped behind me and my heart quickened as I ceased to breathe in anticipation.

What was he going to do next? Would that night repeat itself here in his office? My core was humming its consent. I was so down for the session to repeat itself here in his office? My core was humming its consent. I’m so down for this.

I felt his finger swipe my hair over my right shoulder, exposing the left side of my neck. I held onto the chair tightly as he touched my neck, trailing a hot path up just to stop below my ear.

Then I felt his hot breath close to my ear, as he trailed his hand down my chest.

“Tell me, Amy Santiago. How sensitive are you?”