Layla's POV
He had grey eyes and black silky hair.He was mascular yet fit.His eyes looked dead but lit up Abit when he looked into mine.
Shoot I realised my mistake and lowered my gaze.
One of his men spoke.
Henry:sorry we are late.
Layla:well your session is over, come back tomorrow.
(The strange man took a seat)
Henry: ceasar doesn't like to wait.
Layla:well he made me wait, and his time is over.
Ceasar:my time is now princess.
(I got started by his deep voice.He had a michevious grin)
Ceasar:I hope i didn't scare you.
Layla:well you didn't.Your time is up.
Henry:we booked the other session.
Layla:how?
Henry: ceasar is a partner and donor to this establishment.So he can do whatever he wants.
Layla:fine then,but I would love it,if you were punctual.This maybe your establishment but this is my session and I will not tolerate tardiness.Is that clear ,Mr ceasar?
(They all looked shocked but ceaser looked amused)
Henry:do you know..
Ceasar: it's very clear princess.
Layla: your men may leave,so that we can start.
(The men left.I sat down.)
Layla: what's your problem?
Ceasar:you.
Layla: excuse me?
Ceasar:oh sorry,you meant my current problem.My wife died.
Layla:oh goodness,am sorry for your loss(okay now I feel bad for being strict on him.I couldn't help it,I hate it when people are late)
Ceasar:I don't like your pity(he said coldly.He had a very intimidating aura I won't lie.)
Layla:okay.What happened to her?
Ceasar: she got killed.
Layla:my goodness.Am sorry..
Ceasar: enough with the pity!(he said angrily)
Layla:hmm.You are a strange man.I am just showing concern.
Ceasar:why would you show concern for a complete stranger?
Layla: because I have compassion.Thats basically why I became a therapist,to help people grief and be happy.You definitely need help, that is why you are here.so here I am,at your service.Tell me,how was your relationship with her?
Ceasar: abusive.
Layla: abusive?why did you abuse her?
Ceasar:why do you assume that am the abuser?is it because am a man?
Layla:oh am so sorry,that was insentive.Abuse goes both ways.Am sorry for that.Why did she abuse you?
Ceasar: it's because I abused her(I froze looking at him confused)
Layla:oh okay,you abuse each other.Why?
Ceasar: it's because we are toxic and that's how we were raised in the ma..
(He stopped)
Layla:in the what?
Ceasar: nothing.Thats how we were raised.we both have anger issues and she never tolerated me,so we fought.
Layla: fighting isn't good you know.
Ceasar:it worked for us.
Layla: no,it shouldn't, violence isn't the answer.You should use your words not your hands.
Ceasar:then I need you to teach me to believe that.Because there is no way in hell , someone is going slap me and stay living, and I don't care if it's a woman.
Layla:so you would kill me if I slapped you?
(He became silent and just stared at me.All this while I lowered my gaze)
Ceasar:no.
Layla:why ?
Ceasar:I wouldn't want to hurt you.
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THE DON'S MUSLIM THERAPIST
Mystery / ThrillerLayla is a beautiful muslimah full of life and spirit.Her life takes a bad turn when she finds out that her next client is the don himself ceasar. ceasar is a troubled don who lost his wife.His men decided to take him to therapy,there he meets Layla...
