The Therapist and The Broken

chapter nine

ROME

I stare down at the ocean below me. After going against my morals, I took my private jet and got the hell out of there. The fact is, I can't get her fucking taste out of my head. She tasted so good, sweet with a salty aftertaste. She tastes like this fucking drink. Growing angry, I throw my expensive whiskey glass off the cliff. I can always buy another one. I scowl and walk back inside my villa, grabbing my hair in anger. I groan and sit on the couch to watch tv. As I grab the remote, something inside me senses something, and I still. As I reach for my gun on the couch beside me, Rosette comes out of the villa bathroom in lingerie. My favorite fucking kind. I feel my cheeks heat up and the sight before me is fucking magical. She walks towards me and slowly unlaces the top of her lingerie shawl. As it falls to the ground, she gets on top of my lap and her hands rest on my shoulders. "What are you doing?" I stare at her. "Just lay back and I'll take the lead" she slowly gets closer to my lips. Sweating and hard, I burst awake. As I'm panting and breathing hard, I just realized what I was dreaming. "Fucking hell", I groan and rub my hand against my face. Waking up with a hard on was not my morning agenda.

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I sip my morning coffee, still not forgetting her taste on my tongue. She really leaves an impression, a big one at that. I admit that I am avoiding her, I usually can't deal with problems myself. I picture her on me, I wanna let it happen. I think it's just one time thing, she'll leave my head sooner or later.

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I'm fucking stupid, it's been three days since that dream I had about Rose, and I still can't get her out of my head. So, I'm currently at the strip club, drowning my thoughts with booze. It's so fucking cheap but it's the best thing for my thoughts. This is supposedly the best club in Italy, but it's so cheap and all these whores are fucking annoying. I sit in the chair that's in the middle of the club and these skinny bitches dance around me. I don't like it and I don't want anyone, I just want her. My fist clenches as the thought of Rose dancing on me surrounds my mind. She won't leave my fucking mind and I can't anything about it. I get up and I charge to the nearest bathroom and slam the door. Staring into the mirror with my knuckles on the counter. Images of Rose from her office flood my head. Tell me why I can't get this woman out of my head? Seems like the only thing to do is think about another woman's body. I exit the bathroom and take the nearest whore back to my villa, fuck the policy. We crash into the villa entryway with each others mouths exploring. As she kisses me and caresses my biceps, I undress her and position her on the couch. Entering her, the only woman on my mind is not the young lady under me, it's someone else with brown hair and blue eyes.

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The night after that, I wake up on the couch with an insane hangover migraine. Blinking slowly, I scan the room and notice it's a complete mess and everything is on the floor or either flipped. What the fuck did I do last night? My eyes flicker to the woman next to me, fully unclothed and sound asleep. I must've fucked her and this was the mess we made. My thoughts immediately shift back to Rose. I'm starting to get homesick and I have work to do. I nudge at the sleeping woman on my couch. She mumbles and gets up and starts to get dressed. "Did you use a condom?" she says as she puts on her blouse. I nod and call for a cab for her. As she is about to head out of the door, she turns to me. "I heard you moaning "Rose" as we were fucking, I don't know who Rose is but if you're dreaming about her while fucking another woman, you obviously want her" she grabs her purse and closes the door. I sit there, stunned and confused. I said that shit? I'm such a coward.

I clean up the living room a bit before Gabriel starts calling me. Groaning, I answer the call. "Rome Edward Bianchi, get your fucking ass back to New York. I can't fucking take care of this house forever. Sanna is pissing me the fuck off, and the hell knows what Father is doing, he hasn't been home in days and is it not answering my fucking calls." I let out a sigh, as he keeps going. "I can't fucking do this anymore, I don't know what you did to be 20 hours away from us, but get your ass back here" before I can say anything, he hangs up. "Fucking bitch" I yell as I kick the couch. Jesus, that fucking hurt. I can't avoid her forever, but she lives in my fucking house. I guess I can move into the penthouse for a little. I take out my phone and call my driver,

I'm gonna be hearing it to the end when I get back.
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