"Kifa, I will be right here waiting for you. I promise not to leave." Xavier said. We were parked in front of the private therapist. The rental car was nice, of course, and the clothes too. He even went so far as to get me a necklace and bracelet with matching shoes. The clothes were certainly a style he liked, which meant a skirt and a well-fitting top. Not that I minded. The real problem was I was afraid. Not of him leaving though.
"The last time I trusted a therapist she..." I couldn't finish my thought and his eyes widened with understanding.
"That's not going to happen this time, Kifa. I made sure he was legit and not connected to that fraud in any way. Besides, I reported her too. She'll lose her job soon." My eyes widened at his confession. He smirked. "No one messes with my girl.
