Being Delilah

Chapter One  

Being a psychologist is my dream job. And here I am, at the age of 23, I have successfully became a psychologist. All the studying and hard work paid off real well, in my opinion. 

The only down side about this is maybe because I live and work in New York. Now, don't get me wrong. New York is an awesome place in my opinion. But it just gets...dull. 

Just like how my day today will be dull also. 

I'm currently sitting down at my black leather chair, and I was replying some emails when my personal assistant, James Knightly, came in while grinning his ass off about something, clearly I know nothing about.

"Hey there Dee, I got another one wanting to meet you. And guess who he is." James told me while pushing the new patient's files towards me. 

I glare towards James. Even though he's my best friend, my only friend actually, he should really start treating me as his boss. But either way, I'm fine with it. Since I got used to it already.

And I bet you may be  wondering how come my best friend became my personal assistant? Easy. 

Two years ago, I got my very first personal assistant, and he was great! His name was Mark Brook. And Mark was responsible, organized, caring, and smart. The only problem is...James hate Mark. 

James said something about him having a bad feeling about Mark and all that crap. I didn't buy it. And why would I? I mean, my eyes sees the potential in Mark. 

I was wrong. Deadly wrong.

Let's just say, the two of us got drunk one night, and things got out of hand. Out of hand as in Mark trying to freaking rape me in the middle of the midnight streets of New York! 

Good thing James was stalking the two of us that night, or I would've lost my virginity in the streets! Literally. 

Though I still resent James for actually stalking me, but nevertheless, I owe it to him. 

And I paid that debt back by giving him a job as my new and permanent, so he says, personal assistant. Why?

Simply because James was being the protective moron he is and lost his job because of me, so he says. 

Turns out he was fired, due to the fact he didn't go to work for 4 months. And when he does go to work, he would suddenly disappear. Why?

Because he was too busy stalking me. Unbelievable. 

My train of thoughts was cut off by the annoying pain coming from both my cheeks. It turns out I was closing my eyes, so I opened both of my eyes quickly and widely. 

I saw James giving me a goofy grin, while he continues to pinch both of my cheeks. 

I slapped his hands away, and rubbed both of my throbbing cheeks. 

"What was that for exactly James?" I asked him sternly, while glaring my eyes out to him. He can be so annoying sometimes, that's for sure. 

"I was talking to you, then you suddenly sighed and closed your eyes. After seven minutes or whatnot, your eyes were still closed, while I continued talking. I got tired of talking to a dead person, so I revived you. You should be thanking me right now." James replied me while smirking. 

God, how I hate it when he's being this childish. It makes me feel ten times older. 

"If I say thank you, would you leave?" I asked him nicely, while giving him a drop dead cold smile. 

I saw him shivered. I smirked. 

"Just read the damn files Delilah, your new patient will be here in...oh wait, he should be here by now." And as if on queue, there was a knock on the door. 

Before James could open the door, a tall and a well built man entered the room. I swear, when he entered the room, it gotten way hotter.

And he looked familiar somehow...

But I can't remember where I saw him before...

Strange.

"I was told to go to this room for my appointment with Delilah Anne Rose." He said while coming closer to James and I.

My throat felt dry. I couldn't utter a single word. I needed water. 

"So am I in the right room or am I not?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. 

I still couldn't talk. 

After several minutes of total silence, James said, "Yes, you are in the right room. Please just sit over there at the sofa, and when I leave, the session will begin." 

After James said that, he left her alone with this new patient of hers. 

I gulped. I needed that damn water! 

I headed to the mini refrigerator I had stored in my office, and drank up a bottle of Evian. 

I felt refreshed. After clearing my throat, I took my notebook, the files James gave me earlier, a pen with me as I headed to the sofa. I was sitting right in front of this new patient of mine. 

"So Mr. Porter what seems to be the problem?" I asked Aiden Porter--wait. 

AIDEN PORTER?!

That well known and well sexed after sex god? I scan the files through yet again, and I felt my throat being dry again. 

I tried to keep my cool, and it seemed to work until he told me what was his problem. 

"I'm a sex addict." 

I swear, if my eyes could pop out of my head, it would. 

Seems like this will be a case that isn't going to be fixed easily.... 

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

**A/N : 

Just wanted to say thank you to whoever you are. You won't know how grateful I am for you to read it till this far. Please do tell me if I made some errors. And comment please, so I will know what you think about this story.

My first Wattpad story...not too shabby eh? 

This chapter and the whole book is dedicated to my only true friend here on Wattpad, Beverly. She inspired me to write this. 

Anyway, stay tuned for the upcoming chapters!