How to Kill a CEO

2: The Day She Was Announced As A Frustrated Wet One

"I had a dream about him again."

"And what was he doing this time? Still doing you?" Annie gave her a knowing gaze, watching her bit her lips as she shifted on that couch. "Who's taking who? Are you bottom or top?"

"Bottom." Ramona had to look away upon answering. The warmth that crept her neck was too much that if it would heat a bit more, she was sure she would melt her skin. "A very submissive bottom."

An appointment with the old woman had been a part of her routine for the past few months. However, today was a bit special. Not just because it was happening on a Sunday in the comfort of Annie's clinic but also because of the things that had pushed her to go there.

"Thrusting hard?"

"Very hard." she nodded, focusing her eyes on the silent porcelain display in the corner of a bookshelf. "I think he broke my pelvic last night and bruised me somewhere unpleasant down there..."

"In your dream, Ramona," the psychiatrist reminded, tapping her pen against the notebook on her lap. It created a white noise mixing with the soft flute music in the background.

The ambiance in that place was relaxing, perfect for troubled minds to rest, and momentarily escaped. A little landscape outside that could be seen from the glass wall and a couple of more green plants and flowers all over the place. However, the questions being thrown at Ramona were way out of her comfort zone. It was making her legs tense under her skirt, innocently squeezing her knees together to stop something really hot from pooling out between her thighs.

"How often have you been having this dream since the last time you're here?"

"Every..." her voice faded when the vision of his beastie-thrusting crossed her mind. The way he pushed her legs open in her dream, grabbing it tightly until she was arching her back. And the way he mercilessly rammed his first-class c**k deep in her, pummeling her to the hilt and dotting her insides in all the right spots, she woke up as half-human and half-melted-hormones, "It happens every night."

"I see." Annie wrote something on her notebook before looking at her again, observing her like she was a specimen. With a motherly, tender voice, she then asked, "Does he showed his face to you last night?"

"No, he didn't." She weakly shook her head.

"How about the company? Your mom? Have you dreamed about those recently? Him grabbing everything away and withdrawing support from your mother's case?"

"Rarely..." she stretched her neck to the side, easing the tension that built up on it as she calmed her nerves. Was it even normal for her to still feel him inside long after her dream was gone? It was so real her abdomen was still clenching deliciously. "I... I was getting overwhelmed with how strange my dreams were. I think I'm about to lose my sanity in the next two weeks."

"I understand, dear." Annie gave a tight smile and scribbled some more, probably noting something similar to – 'Patient's wet dream causing dementia in broad daylight, forgetting the reality that man in her dream is one strand of hair away from divorcing her and kicking her out of their company.'

Ramona lost count of the seconds that passed. She was busy breathing in and out, and Annie, as always, was busily deciphering her mind. It was almost a minute when the old woman lifted her gaze at her again, catching her wiped her sweat.

"Ramona... dear..." Annie started slowly as if she was warming up a car before driving it full speed on a freeway. "Have you considered m**********g or maybe dating someone else just to ease the s****l frustration out?"

"W-Wait. What?"

"You've been married for nearly... five years? Is it five years already, dear?

"Oh, please... Annie. Come on, you can do better than that. I don't even know the man--"

"And the marriage contract or rather, business contract you signed with the man states that you can't get into anyone's bed in his absence because that will automatically melt any connections between your parents' company and his. No tolerance with infidelity, right?"

"Well..."

"You're sexually frustrated," Annie snapped with certainty, deadpanning how her expression changed from sweet to outright dumb -- jaw open with her perfectly shaped brows scrunched together. "You need BoB."

"You mean Battery Operated Boyfriend?"

"Exactly. Extra talented dildo to make it easier. Saves you from frustration and, at the same time, saves you from this developing concern you are having."

"Doctor Annie Monterona, I think there's a bit of disconnection with your findings this time." Ramona rested both her palms over her lap, smiling sweetly to her personal psychiatrist. "You know what I want to do? I want to put his ass-pic on the wall and practice target shooting it... with voodoo pins."

"Feeding your anger will not help you at this rate, dear."

"Oh, believe me, it would." Ramona rolled her almond eyes, disregarding the way Annie knowingly smiled again. Then standing up from the patient's seat, she gave her skirt a mild tap getting ready to leave. "Like it would seriously make me feel better if his sexy ass would crack two kilometers away from each cheek---"

"Mona..." The doctor stood up too, walking behind her as she strutted to the clinic's door. Her floral dress swinging a little with every educated move she was taking. A few more, and the doctor tore something from her pad, handing it to her with a stare so kind, she could pass for the next saint of Ellen Town, "Again, anger will not get you anywhere right now. Relax. Rethink. And buy your prescription, dear. I will wait for your next appointment."

Grabbing the prescription out of reflex, Ramona slipped the paper in her pocket and gave the old lady a polite nod. She was already on her way to the clinic's parking lot when she got curious about the medicine she would need to buy. A dream suppressant? Anti-depressant? 

'It should be,' she thought while lazily unfolding the sip from being crumpled. 

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Rx

BOB. (Battery Operated Boyfriend)

8 inches latex.

Preferably 2 inches girth with rotating function for maximum pleasure. 

It should be taken 3 times a day in comfortable private places. Lube may come in handy. 

We'll go back to the Anger Management Program next month. 

Signed, 

Dr. Annie Monterano. 

Your Matter Mental Health Solutions

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