His (Book 1) {Currently EDITING}

Thirty-Six

Ellie

"Why do you run away when I tell you how I feel?" He asked me softly

"I don't know." I said, looking away.

"You know... tell me the truth."

"Because Leo, I'm not used to this treatment or someone genuinely having feelings for me."

That was easier than I thought...

"Why not? You're great and you deserve to be treated right."

"Well... a part of me- never mind." I said quietly

"No, I want to hear it. Tell me." He snapped

I jumped at his sudden outburst, but still said it anyway.

"I feel like I don't deserve all of this...or you." I said honestly, not even wasting time

"After all this time you don't feel worthy?"

"Yes and no."

"Well, let's start with the no."

"I feel like I'm not worthy. And I feel like I'm too ugly for you-"

"Look at me." He said sternly, cutting me off

I did and his green eyes burned into mine.

"You are worthy. So help me if I have to tell you this one more time, you're getting punished. In fact, get up now." He commanded

I got up and did what he asked.

"Stand there until I tell you to come inside.

"But Sir-"

"But nothing! I am tired of you putting yourself down. If you keep it up I will have to find a new submissive." He said really mad "Get in position one!"

I tensed up from being yelled at and bit my lip in nervousness. I wasn't trying to make him mad....I hated being yelled at.

I almost took a step back but I stayed still. Without another word, he went inside. With my hand on my ankles and myself bared to whoever might have binoculars as I had on no underwear, I cried. Stupid me couldn't do anything right! Even though I was a psychologist it didn't mean I didn't have my own demons plaguing me.

When I was a teen it wasn't the best time for me. I was diagnosed with depression, I self harmed, and was suicidal. I'd admit... it never truly went away and it was always in the back of my mind. I hadn't taken a blade to my skin in almost two months now, but Leo knew none of that stuff... Jack, Brandi, Evan, even Amber didn't know much about me. And they never will. I was afraid that if someone did know the things I hid, that I would be deemed incompetent and fired from being a psychologist. And that was the last thing I wanted to happen....I became a psychologist to help people, especially those who felt what I did because I didn't want them going down the same road that I had. I loved and cared for my patients, and I always wanted them to be happier if I could help them.