“We need to talk.”
I am such an idiot.
I had come to a decision, not to interfere anymore with Serena’s life, but my ass was on fire because of disquietude.
I cant just let her go. My obsession made me go mad. I find peace looking at her, being with her.
She is mine, mine Serene.
I wish so much, I had left the bedroom that night, but her imperturbably sleeping composure had me hooked around her fingers, not letting me go.
And I had to admit, that was the best night or one could say the best sleep, I ever had in such a long time.
From last fifteen days, it became arduous journey for me, majorly because she don’t wish to be involved with me.
It boiled my blood when she spoke straight at my face, that she don’t want us to get involved.
I understand, I totally understand her agonize over me being patient and things might turn ugly if we part ways.
And she is not wrong in any way, the way my white skin carries curse. It’s beneficial for her to stay away from me.
But it’s not like I didn’t tried.
I did.
For last fifteen days, I was doing the same, running away, as far as possible from her. But I failed. Miserably.
Watching her from afar while exiting her clinic, or entering her apartment, or shopping with friends was not enough for me.
And now I am ensconcing on the same chesterfield of her counselling room and she staring down at me.
“Mr. Gray? You mentioned something about us need for a talk?”
Her questioning gaze glued tenaciously to my skin.
“Hmm.”
This is what I was able to extract out of me. Humming.
“Hmm? Seriously? I was in the middle of session with my patient and you bragged in like world has collapsed, threw my patient out, fright life out of my nurse just to hum?”
God, she is loud, specially when she is angry and is chattering.
“Yeah actually I missed my appointments.”
She looked at me as if an angry cat looks at it’s pray and would sprawl on me any minute.
Either way, she looks beautiful. Even when angry and growling, drunk and dancing or sleeping and peaceful. Nothing in this world can dwindle her beauty.
But I need to stop this, this habit of mine of always admiring her beauty, her features will make me more compelled of her and will drown in it.
“Was that my mistake?”
She sounded irritated and funny at the same time.
‘Are you complaining Miss Serena?’
I didn’t voiced my thoughts or else her cheeks would turn many shades of pink.
Clearing my throat I spoke.
“No, actually John never told me dates of appointments.”
She looked at my face through her slit opened eyed like a snake.
“You are lying.”
“Sorry?”
My heart rate increased thinking about the possible scenarios.
Does she enquired John about my absence.
Or that fully grown like a horse, man tittle tattle her about me ignoring his requests to attend sessions.
I swear if it was John who contacted her first I am going to wipe that pretty ass off of his body.
Permanently.
“When you missed your session I did contact John.”
She smiled as if have discovered some fucking treasure, but they never reached their eyes.
“And guess what he told me?”
I remained tight lipped. Of course, that good for nothing bastard must have not covered up for me. Did I murdered him or something in the past life?
He can’t conceal a simple lie for me, the man who sign his pay check every damn month.
I don’t understand for what he is taking this revenge on me, notwithstanding with the fact that he is well aware of my interest in Serena.
A beat passed before Serena’s smile grew wider and she spoke.
“He told me that he did spill the beams to you about the appointments, but you brushed them off and never came.”
Her smile dropped, to zero, and at the very same time my sense zeroed to John. I think he don’t love his job anymore.
There is a need for me to remind him who he works under and he have to show his loyalty to me and not to Miss Serena.
I will have to remind him that I am the boss and not he who thinks can make me dance on his fingers, taking Serena as leverage.
How the hell they grew this close to chitter chatter about me over phone calls?
I didn’t planned to bring our last interplay to the surface, to save Serena from the flusterdness.
But now when I deliberate over it, it’s not a bad idea to find some crimson red splashing around her cheeks and the will turn the table around.
The way my little tigress is overpowering me and trying to embarrass me will flip to the other page.
“Actually the thing is..”
As I trailed off, her black eyes grew darker with curiosity.
Presumably out of what excuse I am about to come with.
“..I was a bit depressed, it’s a hefty deal for a long time single man to share a bed with a girl and almost brushing lips on the dance floor. I was not ready to face you. Yet.”
I can find a lovely crimson pink colour slowly crawling it’s way up her neck and covering her cheeks, turning them pretty red and hot.
We did discussed about us sharing bed for night but never did about her brushing her lips on mine before she fell on the dark pit of unconsciousness. Basically, we avoided it.
But now when John had already caused the blunder and Serena is hell bent over proving my avoidance to the sessions, I must give her a good reason.
A good reason of why I did so and a good reason to hate me.
This time I smiled, showcasing my white teeth, but unlike her’s, mine reached the eyes, because of amusement and her lovely reaction.
Getting hold of herself she murmured.
“You didn’t seemed so bothered that morning.”
“Of course, I have finally realised that I should not throw tantrums like a kid and should let go, same way I did that morning.”
I replied almost immediately.
“As a psychiatrist, you must be well knowing how things turn ugly once we start with overthinking and probing? I need your help, for which I turned up this morning.”
Smiling she snapped at me.
“Oh yeah? Fine with me, all yours with helping you out. Since you are this chatty, shall we move on with session and get some dirt out of your mind?”
Huff!
Here we go again. It only started moments ago with fun and all and her she is, again filling her palms with stupid sessions, causing me to roll my eyes to the back of my head.
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Temptation
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