My Therapist

2. MY PIECE OF FUN

CHRISLEY

I looked at her as she stood up and made her way to me , her step confident and unfaltering . i tried my best to act nonchalant but my own confidence seemed to waver. Whatever is happening right now in other scenarios should be happening a little later , i mean this is the only the third session weve interacted and shes onlt ever managed to speak only now . Whatever promise i made to my marriage and myself to never look at another woman like that has been broken, proof being my pants getting tighter by each step she makes. It would have been more embarrasing for me if i was not hidden by this desk, the only time i am thankful for it is today. She continues making her way to me , her step normal but sinister motives behind it . I can imagine all the things i can do to her right now . I mean it is already too late to stop my mind from all the thoughts that are creeping in, my pure thoughts immideately turn dirty when i look at her. She is almost near me but her step is stopped by the loud thud of the pictureframe falling on the floor. She bends over and picks it up, observes it intently before turning to me.

"oh"

she looks shocked , her shock is immediately replaced my a smile when she looks at me

"of course a man like you could not be single, you already put a ring on it doc"

She looks at me as if she is waiting for a answer and my silence answers her , she laughs more . i had nothing to say . I was partly embarrased , not because i was caught but because i let my guard down and my little rival seems to have the same skill as me, noticing the small stuff. She is going to be a difficult little minx

" Its no fun playing with married men" she sighs

" i was excited for this now youre no fun" she turns her back to me and sits back on the couch crossing her feet together like the aristrocrat she is

" so whats the story" she stares into nothing

i look at her confused and she looks directly in my eyes, maintaining eye contact she smiles and holds her chin

"what do you mean ?" i sit up straight ,making sure to fix my b***r underneath the desk

"i know a broken marriage when i see one , this picture frame was facing down when i came in , i have to hand it to you , you know your choice in women , she is pretty . She looks tamable." she does not disapoint , noticing something like that . I did she shares the same skill as mine

" thats not enough to prove your assumptions Miss Surlem "

" you cant have a gorgeous woman's picture staring down unless youre mentally ill of which i do not beleive you are, but yeah unless the marriage is not working there is no reason for you to hide your wife. Let me guess you went for the looks and you found out that her personality is trash "

" thats not it" i intervene

" are you smashing one of the staff members here, perhaps you do not want the guilt eating you up. I mean mid s*x you see you see you wife smilling , the guilt can eat you up i swear." i am dumbfounded

" you have a motor mouth"

" nice of you to notice " she smiles

" I believe i am here to help you not the other way roumd Miss Surlem" her expression changes and she displays one of anger

" I do not need therapy" she grits her teeth .I shrug and we fall into heavy silence

" maybe she sucks in bed..."

" shut up please" i interrupt and she pouts and falls silent

We fall in silence again. I am reminded of how i like therapy session with her the most. My mind is reminded of the stunt she almost pulled in seducing me. I am not remorseful for the promise i was about to break to my wife. I feel like whatever was about to happenin here i personally would not have considered it a mistake , the only concerning thing would have been the timimg, seems preety soon. One day is one day Miss Suu. Our time was cut short by the alarm and wasted by her little yapping session . Another unsuccesful session , i know she did it on purpose and i will let it slide but if she thinks this is far from over she has another thing coming. I sigh gathering my stuff and she stands up , not bidding farewell and she leaves the door only leaving her expensive perfume and dirty memories in my mind behind.

SURLEM

I will do anything i can to get rid of these memories in my mind , even if it means killing someone , thats how badly i want them out of my system . I want them out, they constrict my heart and my chest. I feel constricted at the thought of letting one word out sbout them . I mask my face, stoic expression and unbothered face everyday but deep down i am traumatised , scared and lonely. I have watched my parents try hard everyday and fail to help me. I have watched them break down and give up , now the only hope they have is on my therapist. They pay him a hefty amount . I know therapy is the best option but i have always believed its useless to let out your feelings to a person who is educated in pretending like they care amd that is why i have never mentioned that day till now. The problem with him now, doctor Chrisley is i am drawn to tell him whatever happened. He challenges me , i am a challenge myself but he is dangerous . We look like we are on the same level but he is a natural and i am a pretender . He is what he looks like, heartless. He looks like he is shut from feeling anything , he does not love neither does he hate. I have observed that about him but my pride will not let me say anything to his face . I want to be just like him, free from any emotion maybe then i would never get hurt again. I always stare at him as he stares into nothing and everything about him is to admire. He is dangerously attractactive , all i want to do is have my hands everywhere around him. I openly admit there is s****l tension at least on my side. I want to pass time bt focusing on him as a attractive person . I know he will catch up to my tactics eventually but for now i will have my piece of fun.

I know very well he has a wife, but a ring has never done me any harm. If i want to be like him i will have to put my emotions aside and not care about a stranger i do not know about. S he is model attractive and of course i am a little conscious because i am a little young but at the end of the day doctor Chrisley is just a man, a attractive man at that so i hope my plans work.

" a penny for your thoughts" he breaks the silence between us , he smirks as if he just read my mind and i smile

"no not at all, i guess we are done for today" i stand up not sparing him another glance

CHRISLEY

She is dangerous, i do not know how many times i have to mention that . S he underestimates herself, she does not know the power she holds and most importanly the power she holds aganist him. I almost cowered and faltered, not happening again . She is gone and so her fades too. i am only left with her residuals and deadly silence that consumes me. I take my belongings and soon leave the office leaving the anticipation for the next time i see her . I get in my car and the drive home is slow because i dread going home everyday, my peace of mind ends in the office. Making it home i notice most of the lights are off , maybe she is asleep i wonder.

I make it to the door and it is unlocked, dont get me started on how many times i have to remid her on closing the door .i swich on my phone looking for the light swutch as i call out her name . As soon as i switch on the lights i am taken aback by the sight infront of me.

its all red , everything is read

" Amelia" i whisper