Adam's Apple (VegasPete)

Special Chapter (1)

A.N: The special chapters are details I missed through the story they might be before Vegas and Pete got together or after it and they might be a KinnPorsche thing.

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Pete's P.O.V:

"Don't worry ok? The woman is a specialist I checked it myself...She'll just ask you some case related questions that's all" Porsche said.

"Can you come with me?" I asked.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"No can do...You know that you have to do that by yourself Pete" He said.

Then patted my shoulder.

"Don't worry ok? It'll be over before you know it" He said smiling.

I nodded and walked into the room.

It was a cosy room with calming scented candles.

The therapist was a woman who looked in her early thirties.

"Nice to meet you mr Saengtham take a seat" She said.

I sat down in front of her.

"So...What seems to be the problem?" She asked.

I bit my lip awkwardly as I tried to think of a way to bring this up.

But I came up with nothing.

"Ummm...I'm a nymphomaniac" I said chuckling awkwardly.

She frowned.

"I don't like the idea of being so desperate...It makes me angry and disgusted with myself and I don't know what to do or how to stop myself from having those thoughts" I said.

"Mr Saengtham please calm down" She said.

"Worst of all is that the person I keep thinking about is trying to kill me and I know just how much he hates me but I still can't stop thinking about him and I can't get him out of my head" I said.

I felt tears coming to my eyes as I got a strong headache.

She stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down mr Saengtham...Breath slowly" She said.

I followed her example.

"So coffee or tea?" She asked.

"Tea is fine thank you" I said.

She nodded and told her secretary to make me some.

After some time she brought it over.

"The first thing you should know is that undergoing therapy doesn't mean that you're crazy...Now let me ask you a question" She said.

I nodded.

"Why do you think you're an addict?" She asked.

I frowned.

"I just told you...If I'm not that...Then what's wrong with me?" I asked.