I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips.
"And then?"
"Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or thi...
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I finally reached the door, knocking on it and then pushing it open. I had arranged for her to come over to the house because I was still shaken up from that note and only Lord knows if Oleza and his men could be standing outside the doors with their guns.
The lady looked young, probably in her twenties as she wore a black suit, her black sleek hair scooped in a neat, gelled bun. Her mouth was put out in a pout as her glasses were at the crook of her nose while she read the contents of her book and then closed it, her head moving upwards and her rosy lips curving into a beautiful smile.
No wonder she's Dante's therapist.
"Take a seat, Khristina," Her soothing voice commands me as I do as told, sitting on the couch opposite her, sending a small smile over to her.
"My name is Zara and I'll be your therapist for how long the time sees us be." I nodded, pressing my fingers but also fiddling with them. I didn't know what I was meant to say to her; that I'm meant to stab Dante and potentially run away?
The thought only sent chills down my spine but I shook it away, sitting up. "Would you like to tell me what you think happened last night?"
I nodded, my legs beginning to bounce from the nervousness. I don't need to tell her about the encounter with Oleza. I definitely don't need to tell her.
"Well," I began as she slid her glasses up, picking her pen and notepad, "I remember having a date with Dante."
Zara hummed in response, putting something down on her notepad and then looked up to me. "Anything else?"
"I forgot my purse so I told Dante that I needed to get it, and I did but..." I held my breath, watching as she jotted it down and then looked at me with curiosity. I don't know if I should tell her about the whole Oleza situation but if matters come down to the worse she'd end up telling Dante who'd just hold me a prisoner again.
"But when I was running out, the ceiling just fell." Zara nodded, crossing her ankles and then set the notepad down next to her.
"And during that event, how did you feel?" She cocked her head to the side as she waited for my answer but I broke eye contact, focusing on my fingers.
"I felt terrified. I thought that I'd never see anyone I loved in my life again."
The therapist let out a hum, but I didn't dare bring my eyes up to hers. The therapist was meant to read your life through the way you presented yourself, and that, on its own, scared me.
"Who do you love in your life, Khristina?"
My head shot up as she stared at me, her glasses now at the top of her head as she smiled.
"What?" I asked her, confused. This was meant to be helping me get through my 'personal trauma' from the whole explosion, so why was she asking me about who I loved?
