Enchanted by the Demon Wolf

Chapter 7

"How long have you been standing there?", Alex asked, unsure what to say to him.

"Not that long but long enough to see you talking with Edwin. Does your feet still hurt?", Arthur asked sarcastically.

"Yes but not that much anymore, thanks for asking", she said with a smile on her face.

"That's good Dr. Alex. I believe Edwin is done here, he still has some ground's keeping to do before it gets dark", he said, giving him a hard stare.

"Yes Mr. Arthur", Edwin said, as he once again quickly walked out of Alex's presence and the guest room.

She wasn't happy to see him leave again. There was so much she could inquire and learn from him, once again Arthur had been a roadblock in her way.

"I brought one of the staff of the house to see you as you requested - a maid, but you were nowhere to be found, so I let her go back to work while I searched for you", Arthur said, sounding polite but deep down she knew he was upset with her.

"I am sorry I wandered off. I felt it was best to stretch my feet and walk off the discomfort I felt in them", she said.

"I understand Dr. Alex. I am an old man and I know how it feels", Arthur said, sounding considerate.

"Will you still like to speak with the maid? I can have her come upstairs if you would kindly remain in the guest room", he offered.

"No thank you. I think it is best I get ready for my first session with Mr. Piers Anderson", she said. She would need some privacy in speaking to the staff members of the house away from Arthur.

"Okay, if you wish it to be so. Whenever you are ready I can lead you to where he is", he said. It was obvious he intended to wait for her outside of her room. There were some lovely chairs in the spacious passageways she saw he could sit in and wait for her to get ready.

"Thank you but I shouldn't be a bother to you. I know I can find him in his study and I already know where that is", she said, after having located it on her own earlier.

"It's not a bother Dr. Alex, I am only doing my job", he insisted. It was clear there was no escaping him in the mansion.

"Okay, I'll like some alone time in my room to get ready for my first session", she said. 

"That will be fine, as you wish Dr. Alex. I'll be waiting outside the passageway when you are ready", he said, as he turned and took his leave, shutting the door behind him.

She sighed in frustration after he had left before falling on the bed on her back. She sank on the comfy mattress before it pushed her back up, placing her in a state of rest.

"It must have really been frustrating for those Doctors, to work here with Arthur constantly breathing down their necks", she sighed, as she rolled over on her chest.

"Day 1 so far isn't going as planned but I can still salvage the situation", she said, confident in her own abilities. She was highly ambitious and was not going to give up now.

"It would be best for the duration of my therapy session to keep Arthur as far away from Mr. Piers Anderson as possible", she said, as she got up from the bed. It seemed her energy had just been renewed, as she had a plan and was ready to get back to work.

She walked in the guest room to the door and opened it. As expected Arthur was seated outside the passageway waiting patiently for her.

"I am ready to see Mr. Piers now", she requested.

Arthur stood up from where he sat, he looked surprised.

"I wasn't expecting you to be ready so soon. You surprised me", he said, smiling at her. His words sounded like a compliment but Alex knew best than to lower her guard around him.

"Yes, I changed my mind", she said, unflattered.

"Okay, please come along with me", he said, in a more formal tone, as he led the way. She shut her door as she followed him from behind.

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Alex sat on the lilac leather couch with her legs crossed and her pen and notepad in hand as she took down a few notes as she spoke to Piers Anderson. He was sitting down directly opposite her on the next lilac leather couch. She was in his private study; a large room that had lots of shelves at the three corners of the room with books in them and also a fireplace, at a wall without shelves. It also had a desk and an office chair, as it also served as an office. There was a Persian purple rug in the middle of the room separating her and Piers. A grandfather clock was inbuilt into the shelf at the back of the couch Piers sat on. 

The room shone brightly from the chandelier that was hanging at the centre of the room and it revealed his dark and seductive eyes staring back at her intently. He was paying close attention to her, observing her every move and she loved the attention.

"So tell me Mr. Piers, you look healthy physically but how are you doing mentally?", she inquired.

"For most parts of the day I am fine mentally but at night I don't seem to remember", he said calmly. As she listened to his deep masculine voice, she couldn't help herself but smile, as she jotted down some notes.

"Can you say you are mentally fine as we speak?", she asked, bringing her smile under control.

"Yes I am", he said, confidently. He looked perfect to her, in his white long-sleeved shirt, grey slacks, and white sneakers. His face was also perfect.

"That's wonderful. Can you try and remember anything from your time at night?", she asked, listening eagerly to his reply.

"Maybe just a little, they come in flashes but are hazy", he said, as he got up from the couch. She could tell he was trying to remember as hard as he could, as he closed his dark and seductive eyes.

"Take it easy with yourself please. Just tell me what you saw, what can you see?", she asked, slightly urging his brain to recall the details.

"They seem like memories, they feel so real but they are not mine and I can't seem to remember precisely what they are. When I wake up I find out it all happened in my dream", he said standing, as he opened his beautiful dark eyes once again.

"How long have you had these hazy dreams at night?", she asked.

"For a while now, it's been ongoing since my childhood", he said. He cut a frustrated figure.

"Can you be a little more specific, can you remember how old were you then?", she asked, she was onto something and was making a headway.

"Yes, I was 8 years old", he said, with a tingle of anguish in his voice. 

She remembered vividly what Arthur told her happened to him when he was 8 years old even though now she had reasons to doubt his words. He told her his parents died while they were out camping with him as a boy.

She got up to console him. Piers Anderson didn't look like the emotional type or he needed someone to hold his hands and tell him everything would be alright but she felt sympathy for him, seeing how vulnerable he was now.

"I assure you, I'll figure this out. You will be fine, just trust me", she said, as she stood some inches away in front of him.

"You really believe you can fix me?", he chuckled. 

"Yes!", she said affirmatively, she had no doubt in herself.

"I hope so", he said to her, staring at her below. She had one more chance to catch a glimpse of his dark and seductive eyes. They were beautiful to gaze at.