REFINED ROMANCE

His Therapist

Chapter 11

1281 Word Update date:2023-08-11 10:15:18

Yes," licking his lips, he pulled back and roamed my neck all the way to my white shirt.

"So what now?" I barely brushed our lips together and felt him tremble.

"Two options," my hair was tucked behind my ears neatly, cupped fingers caressing my cheeks. "Your place or my place. Whichever one suits you."

I swallowed. "This time, you choose because I don't want to disappoint."

"Sophie at this point, either way there will be no room for disappointment because the end result will be the same so," pulling me close, his lips rested on mine and I couldn't breathe, "would you rather me make love to you in your bed or would you like a change of scenery?"

So fast. I liked it.

"Your place then."

"Good choice." My right hand was taken and I was led to the car. "To the boss's lair then." I was gazed at with lustful eyes that melted my knees.

You would be amazed how fast I unlocked my car and climbed in.

To his condo we went again. Riding the elevator and sending each other longing looks. Keeping distance between us just as a way to tease. Every time he moved in, I held him back and the same was done to me. Over and over again, watching how he sauntered down the hallway, clutching his phone in hand .Throwing a glance over his shoulder to lead me on. The dimly lit passageway, glass windows to the front of me that overlooked a huge chunk of the opposite side of the street. An apartment building that was sleeping, windows black.

The turn of a key in a door, and the lights were flipped on.

As soon as he stepped in, Liam lifted one boot after the other and unzipped them. The slice of sound filling the silence. His footwear was peeled off and tossed aside. I pressed the door close, locked it and watched the beginning of an amazing night unfold. The way a bottle of wine was snatched from the counter and two glasses upturned. Graceful movements.

It was just nine thirty.

I had never made out with a man before.

Come on, that's the first thing that popped into my head. Obviously I'd be thinking about that. What it would be like. Would he like what I had to offer. Were my boobs too small? All my body parts were frowned on by me and I found imperfections. Capturing my hair between numb fingers, I pulled it to the front and slipped out of my red leather jacket. Resting it on the red leather chair, he came towards me and a glass was offered.

"Why are you silent, Sophie?" I was studied.

I shrugged. "Guess I'm still absorbing the moment?"

He smiled, rested the bottle upon the glass table and sipped wine the color of blood. "I'll be right back. Let me check my fax. I'm expecting an estimate on something."

Great. Ah whatever, work always got in the way. But I watched him walk away and wondered if this was all going too fast. If it was even real. Because it was too good to be true. He just met me like this and pushed his way in. I allowed him. I gave him room. And he stunned me. Now we're here and I'm slightly feeling that something's not right. However, it's the same feeling I always get when someone tries to get close. I feel itchy around guys and never allowed them to get in. With him, I'm feeling as if I'm not even worth it and he's really showing me genuine interest that doesn't make sense.

Relax, Sophie....

Everything happened so fast after that.

One minute he was humming in the other room next to her bedroom.

There was the ding-a-ling of the doorbell and someone rapped.

I blinked, swallowed and watched him exit the room. Our eyes locked, he frowned and the protective instinct in me kicked in.

"Wait," I rushed forward as he reached for the flap on the peephole. Brown eyes turned upon me and the rapping continued. "Be careful."

"I'm checking," he said. Choppy black hair was studied by me as the peephole was used and I held my breath. I watched him step back, straighten up.

Something was wrong.

Freezing up, I stared. "What? Who is it?"

His chest heaved. "What the hell is he doing here?"

The rapping continued. Someone obviously impatient. "Liam I know you're in there! I saw you get in. Just let me in."

Eyes on me, he stared and that same feeling came back again. I knew something was wrong.

"Go away, Archie. I don't have time for this right now," he replied firmly.

I couldn't look away from him.

"Liam ," the doorknob was tried and the man sighed, whoever he was. "Look, I know that it's late and you just got in from L.A but we have to talk about this. It's important. And you know that. You haven't been taking this seriously and it can have negative effects -"

He pulled open the door and snatched the guy's arm. Yanking him in, the lock was clicked close. "Not in the hallway, you i***t," he hissed.

All three of us stared at each other and it gave me time to come up with a whole bunch of explanations. He didn't look like a psycho. He was weird looking though, wearing spectacles. Couldn't be some jealous ex .Not someone like him. Then again, no one could know what his type was since he was obviously closed up guy . I still was processing all of this.

"Who is this, Liam ? " he frowned at me and then looked at him with worried eyes.

"This is not the time to be here," his tone remained clipped, brown eyes fiery, "you have to leave now. We'll discuss this in the morning

No, we're not," he said slowly, shaking his head. "This can't wait. You've been avoiding me for over a month and -"

"I'm sorry," I pressed fingers to my forehead, eyes squeezed shut. I stared at him, "Who's this guy, Liam ?

They both stared at me as if I was an intruder who shouldn't be there. He looked at me with this deer in the headlights look and he appeared completely worried.

"I'm Doctor Hopper," he extended a hand.

I took it hesitantly, still trying to read his face. He gave away nothing.

"Family?" I fished.

"No, not at all," he shook his head.

"An...ex?" the thought didn't run away from me still.

"Oh no!" his head shook feverishly. He raised eyebrows at me and blinked. "No, no. Not at all. Who are you?" he turned to Liam. "Who is she?"

"I'm Sophia ,I was feeling really worried.

He stared at me. He turned to look at her. His chest heaved. He gave him this look that clearly said silently, 'don't do this to me right now, please'. And I suddenly got the idea that yeah, maybe this was too good to be true.

"Are you going to say something to me?" I couldn't believe his silence. "Or should I just leave?"

"No," reaching out, he took my arm and had this pained look on his face. "Don't leave. It's not you who has to leave."

"Well if you wish for...Sophia to hear of what I have to say, then by all means, let me continue," Doctor Hopper eyed him still with worry.

"If you don't remove yourself from my apartment, I'll call the cops," he threatened. But there wasn't a fiery glint in his eyes. Liam actually looked wounded. "We'll speak of this tomorrow."