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"Ready for your group therapy session?"
Cristiano's smirk faded slightly as I mentioned the group therapy session. He let out a sigh, clearly not looking forward to it.
"Great, just what I always wanted: talking about my feelings with a group of idiots who think they understand me." He said, his voice oozing with sarcasm and annoyance.
"Oh, come on, it won't be that bad." I smiled. Cristiano raised an eyebrow at my optimistic response. He couldn't help but chuckle at my words.
"Oh? You think sitting in a room full of strangers and talking about my feelings will be a good time?" He said sarcastically, clearly unconvinced by my optimism.
"Well, it is better than sitting chained in your room." Cristiano let out another sigh, knowing that I have a point. Despite his dislike for group therapy, he can't deny that sitting in his room all day is incredibly boring.
"I suppose you're right about that. Spending the whole day in this room is boring," he said grudgingly. Cristiano stood up from the chair and stretched a little, his tall, muscular frame towering over me. He glanced down, and he couldn't help but notice how small I looked compared to him.
"So you're seriously not afraid of me at all?"
"Why should I?" I gave him a knowing smirk. Cristiano's smirk widened slightly as he watched my confident smirk. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his muscles flexing slightly beneath his patient uniform.
"Oh, so you're a fearless one, huh?" He said, his voice had a hint of awe and slight amusement in it as he looked down at me.
"Mama raised no wimp."
Cristiano chuckled at my response, clearly amused by my confident reply. He can't help but find my lack of fear intriguing.
"Well, your mama must have done a damn good job then. Most people here piss their pants just thinking about me. But you...?" He said this, taking a step closer to me, his eyes roaming over my figure with curiosity.
He said this in front of me, his tall frame towering over me, and his presence seemed to surround me. He lowers his head slightly as his gaze locks onto mine, his face inches away.
"You're not even fazed by my reputation or my size. I do find it kind of refreshing, to be honest." His hand held my face, and the simple electric shock went through my body. I let out a breathless gasp, causing him to be satisfied with his small tease. He then stepped back with a condescending smirk and stared at me.
"Are you ready?" He asked jokingly. Cristiano noticed my slight blushing and couldn't help but smirk a little.
"You..." I stop myself. He lifted his brows and had an open expression on his face, edging me on. "Come on." I turned away, heading to the door.
"Lead the way, darling. Let's get this group therapy session over with." He says, his deep, gravelly voice still having a hint of amusement in it as he watches me walk ahead of him.
