Being Delilah

Strictly Professional

Chapter Two

Sex addict?

 ....The famous, well respected, and well loved Aiden Porter is a sex addict?!

I kept on repeating those sentences in my head. How could this be possible?

How can the media not know about this?

I mean, there was a gossip once saying he's gay since he's never been seen with any girls.

No girlfriends. No flings. But he turns out to be a sex addict?

I never would have thought---

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the clearing of a person's throat.

"Excuse me, Delilah? Are you there?" Aiden asked me, while smirking.

"Uhhhhh, yeah. I was just thinking that's all. Do continue." I told him, while taking another gulp from my water. My throat is getting dry. Happens every time I'm nervous.

 "I've been a sex addict ever since I was 18 years old. Which means it has been seven years." Aiden told me while looking up at the ceiling.

"I see. Well Mr. Porter, I will be asking you some personal questions regarding this issue. You may or you may not answer, no pressure." I told him, while flashing a sweet smile towards him. 

"Since you'll be my psychologist from now on, please just call me Aidan. And what are the questions? Just ask them away." Aiden replied, while smirking.

But I saw it. Though he tried to hide it, I saw it.

The emotion that flashed before his eyes. He was nervous.

He didn't trust me enough to actually spill all the beans.

I guess I would have to do the Friends plan. 

I haven't done the Friends plan in a year, I think.

The Friends plan is something that my patient and I will do while we're having our sessions.

I would be friends with my patient, so he or she will be comfortable enough with me to actually let me do my magic. 

"I understand that you are uncomfortable Aiden. Which is why I suggest that we do this plan; the Friends plan. In which we are going to get more comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough until you may truly open up to me. Are you ok with that?" I asked him while getting two more bottled water, for Aidan and I.

 "If that's what you think we should do, then so be it." Aiden said while leaning onto the sofa he's sitting on.

"Oh. I didn't expect you to actually comply with this plan so fast. I mean, others would've said it was stupid or asked tons of questions..." I told him quietly, almost like mumbling actually. Quite surprised he actually heard me.

He chuckled then he said, "I'm not like the others Delilah. I'm different." 

"You're different alright." I replied him unconsciously.

After a few awkward seconds of silence between us, I blushed. Realising what I had just said to him. That was supposed to stay inside my head and not popping out of my mouth!

I took a peak at him, and I saw him smirk, then he laughed. Loudly. 

I blushed even more, then I took the courage and asked him, "Why are you laughing exactly? I didn't tell any jokes. And I was not being funny at all."

After he stopped all the laughing and chuckling, he replied me, "I'm sorry if I offended you. But you're just so honest and amusing. Quite cute actually. And if you weren't being funny before, I wonder how you will be when you do try to be funny." 

I blushed even more and I didn't know what to say.

The timer ringed, signally that the session was over. And I was glad!

I cleared my throat then I said, "Our session is over. Please come again tomorrow at the same time. See you soon Mr. Porter."

I stood up and I went towards him to shake his hand, but instead I was hugged and I didn't even noticed we moved until my back hit the door with a tiny thud.

I took a sharp intake of breathe, I was shocked.

"Please, call me Aiden. Oh and being a sex addict isn't just one of my problems Delilah. That was only the tip of the iceberg. And I guess your personal assistant didn't tell you. My sessions are two hours straight on. Not your usual one hour session." He whispered in ear, then he kissed my neck softly.

I shivered.

And I swear I felt something wet between my legs. 

If Aiden wasn't holding me unto the wall, I would've fall to the ground by now, since my legs weren't strong enough to support me any longer.

" I wasn't told..." I stopped talking when he started to open the buttons of my blouse. 

"You were saying?" He said that while kissing my neck, and down to my now open chest. 

I shivered yet again. When he noticed I shivered, he looked up at me and he smirked.

"You have to stop. I don't do this with my clients. It has to be strictly professional. So stop." I told him, while pushing him away. 

Disappointingly, he did as I say. 

"I understand. I don't force anyone, so when you say stop, you better mean it, since I'll do just that. I'll stop. But sooner or later you won't be able to resist me." He replied while buttoning back the buttons of my blouse. 

And while he did that, his fingers would touch my skin in such a sensual way, that I had to bite my lower lip to contain the moan that would surely escape my lips.

I was never touched by a man this way, never have I ever gotten any kisses like these, and I surely have never felt the wetness in between my legs before.

God. What is he doing to me?!

He saw me biting my lower lip, and I think I heard him groan. 

"Well, I better go. Before I rip your clothes off and rape you here and now. But I don't do the raping part. And certainly not to a virgin. See you tomorrow Delilah." He said quickly while leaving my office.

And as if on queue, the timer ringed. Signally the session was over.

That was the fastest two hours of my life. Or was it the slowest. I couldn't decide which. 

But what I do know is, what will I do about the next session?

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**A/N :

Thank you for reading this chapter. And sorry is this chapter was a snooze fest.

If you haven't notice, I update every time I get 20 reads on a chapter.

Why?

Mainly because I have a life, surprisingly, and I can't update everyday. 

This chapter is dedicated to the person who made my new book cover. She's amazing. Check her out.