The Pretty Boy Series // Noah Gragson

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter One *:･ﾟ✧

Please note this story has adult themes, therefore, at times, there will be sexual content between two consenting adults. If you are uncomfortable with reading smut, please do not go further. Content warnings will be posted when needed.

Content Warning:

[Detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

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"I'm sorry, what?" I looked over to where my boss, Dale Jr., sat behind his desk as he just delivered some news that had me shaking my head no.

"It will only be for a few sessions. I know you're exactly what Noah needs. You've helped a lot of our drivers, do I need to remind you of that?"

"Yeah, but they weren't whiny little 12-year-olds who think they're full of it. Most of the drivers you send my way are down and out on their luck. You know I'm great at encouraging, not telling someone to grow up and stop acting like a child on the racetrack."

"See, that's where you're wrong. You just said exactly what needs to be said to him." I glared at Jr. as he just smiled at me. "Chop chop! He's going to be here in 10 minutes."

"You own me for this."

"Eh, you can thank me later. It will be good for both of you. Now shoo!"

I huffed, grabbed my notepad from the top of his desk, and made my way out of his office, slamming his door for good measure. When he called me first thing this morning telling me he had a new client for therapy, I for sure thought it would be Daniel Hemric. I saw his tweet this past weekend and as much as I wanted to reach out, I knew Dale would do that for me.

I even made a little list of things we could talk about and how I could help him get back into the right mindset - that's what I did for these guys. Most of them come out of my therapy sessions with a new mindset and they always go on to win. I specialize in depression, trying to get to the route of it and it always came back to the same thing, they thought they weren't good enough. All of the drivers have this thought at some point in their career so I always focused on this.

Just, this time, I have myself a cocky little boy who thought the world owned him one. I knew shit about Noah besides the fact that he was never on time to any of his meetings in the office and he openly hit on girls who wanted nothing to do with him. He acted like a King when he was merely a servant. He needed to be put in place and I did not like the fact that I was the one who was going to do it.

I went to my office, slamming my door while muttering some curses.

"Well, who would have thought you would be the one late to our first session?" I stopped dead in my tracks, straightened my back, and turned around to see Noah Gragson himself spread out on my couch like he owned the place. "Good morning, Jeni," he said with a cocky grin.

"Take your shoes off, I don't want you getting shit on my couch." I was already pissed at Dale for him springing this one on me and now the little fucker has his feet up on my couch.

"Oh, and you have a mouth. The guys in the shop say you're usually reserved and quiet. Guess you would be since you're old and unmarried." He laughed like this was a running joke with kids his age.

If you're in your early 30s, unmarried, and have no kids, you're a prune who doesn't know your way around the bedroom. Little does this fucker know I'm also known for a good fuck and have drivers hit me up for a little therapy on their own after a bad race for them on the regular.

"What? No comeback?"

"Why should I? You're the loser who's lying on my couch. Everyone knows why you're here, pretty boy, so why don't you shut your mouth so we can get down to it?" I sat at the edge of my desk, crossing my legs and arms. It did not go unnoticed that his eyes followed my movements; first, they raked over my breasts and down to where my skirt was riding up my thighs. I gave him a cocky grin when he caught my eye. Yeah, pretty boy, I know exactly what you're thinking, and no, you can't have this.