Her Second Chance

Chapter 33: All Aboard the SS Ship

"Thank you for coming, I'll see you two weeks from now okay?" I told my client as I escorted them outside my office. Yes I do work, and not just pawn off from my professional athlete boyfriend and Ohana. I smiled at Emelie, my secretary before turning and smiling at my next patient. Mr Henrik Stragorn, a 6'4" German body builder who unfortunately got addicted in steroids and got out, but the side effects of the addiction still lingers so he's been seeing a therapist for a few years. His previous therapist have told them that it was better to see me as I have handled problematic professional athletes.

"Henrik!" I greeted the German with a smile as I opened my office door for him, "Come in, come in, how have you been?" I asked him as we both settled down on my little living room. This is where I conduct my therapy, we have different styles and I always feel that if I made my patients feel at home, they would feel much better in opening up to me.

The big man nodded as he sprawled on my sofa with a smile, "I've been doing good, but I heard congratulations are needed? Your secretary can't stop gushing about tje fact that you, my sweet, is getting married." he stated with a soft friendly smile.

"Ah yes" I agreed as I flashed my hand that was being adorned by my engagement ring, "I am but we still don't have a definite date yet." I replied smiling. "How are you and Cassie?" I asked him about the Swiss model that he is currently in a relationship with.

Henrik nodded, "Cass and I are doing good, although marriage is still not in the table for us. Unlike you and...?" he stalled.

"Adam. Adam Burish" I supplied.

Henrik nodded once more, "Ahh, an athlete? Where have I heard about him?" he asked frowning, like he was trying to remember where he have heard the name of my boyfriend.

"Yes, he is currently signed with his old team the Chicago Blackhawks." I replied as I grabbed the notebook where I have always recorded the minutes I have spent with each of my patients before I encoded them on my computer and printing it to file.

Henrik nodded and we started talking about his therapy, how well he was responding to the method I was using much better than the previous methods he has used.

In total, I have only limited myself to seven patients per day to give each of them my entire attention. It was at the end of the day when I received an unsuspecting visitor. I was busy typing my notes when my door opened, thinking that it was just my secretary tidying my space I just continued working but when my visitor's chair creaked, I became much alert and looked up to see a sad looking Hollywood actor sitting across from me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I stared at him calmly, I wouldn't let him play mind games with me anymore. He doesn't have the power over me anymore. I am engaged and I am also planning to marry the man I love.

I watched as Chris leaned forward with a sad face and his posture was showing that he have surrendered to something, "I came here to give you this." he said as he handed me a folder.

"What is this?" I asked as I watched him warily.

Chris sighed as he ran a hand over his face, "Just open it before I changed my mind." he bites out.

Clenching my jaw, I turned the folder open and my jaw dropped, "Scott came through" I whispered in awe as I stared at the annulment paper in my hand. "But I thought he would give this to my..." I stalled when I saw that my signature wasn't anywhere on the document "...this wasn't the annulment papers I asked Scott to give to you." I continued baffled.

"Because it isn't," Chris replied as he stood up and buttoned his coat, "when Scott started talking about consent and whether or not marrying a person who is unconcious is valid or not, I realized that if I wanted to win you back I have to do it properly." he continued as he smiled at me, "So no more games, no more psychological torture, I'm going to win you back the same way I've won you back when you were still in Boston." he ended.