When I fell in love with my psychiatrist

Chapter Twelve

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The annoying sounds of my phone’s notification tone cut through my sleep-induced haze where I was a little sexy stripper with a pet tiger called Kalu and Will was f*****g me on the couch in his office.

Fuck. Who is so bent on annoying me this morning? Maybe if I pretended that I didn’t hear, I could go back to my dream and forget my stupid annoying phone.

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Uuuuuurgh! Okay whoever that was, was about to die. f**k, dream Will was just about to make me c*m. This better be important.

I forced my eyes open only be assaulted powerfully by the rays of the stupid sun trying to kill the cells in my eyes. With a groan/growl, I tried to ignore the wetness in my panties from my wet dream and tried to locate my phone which was still constantly pinging on my dresser. As my hand finally found contact with the cool surface of the phone, I brought it towards to face to squint at the screen, while deciding on how exactly to kill the person disturbing me.

As I focused on the notification, my eyes widened as wide as saucers and I let out a very loud curse.

Make that ‘people’ disturbing me. Never before had I ever had these many notifications in my entire life. Okay well, except that one time that I posted my sister’s nudes on tinder because she annoyed me. Hey don’t look at me like that. My sister could be a witch. Plus, after my dad called me through my sister’s dramatic crying and my mum’s screaming, I took it down. It had been up only thirty minutes. But those thirty minutes had been enough. Hehe. Good times.

Anyway, as I scrolled with wide eyes through the notification panel on my phone, my heart beat picked up and all remnants of my Will infused wet dreams were completely forgotten.

My i********: had about three hundred notifications, I had a whole bunch of messages from random bitches in my contact list, like five messages from my b***h of a sister, 3 messages from my mum with three missed calls from her as well. Heck. I even had a missed call from my dad.

Okay. Whoa! This had got to be serious. Maybe my dad was not calling for something bad but my dad and mum calling me on the same day was never a good sign. Damn. What did I do this time? What did they think I did which I might have or might have not done? Okay…breathe.

I racked my brain through and through to find out what I could have possibly done…. again but I came up with nothing. Nothing at all.

Then that’s when it hit me. I vaguely remembered posting a picture on i********: yesterday during dinner with Will and captioning it with #dinnerwithbae.

Aww s**t!! In my defense, I was blaming it on the delicious food Will cooked.

But I posted only his back. There’s no way anyone could have known that it was Will right? Right? I mean I didn’t even tag him. What if Will saw it? Oh f**k. I don’t even remember him having my i********:. I on the other had come off so many times staring at his sumptuous pictures on his i********:. Okay…focus.

I doubted Will saw it. In fact, I was hoping Will had not seen it. I could be incredibly stupid at times. God. Why did I post it? Why were my mum and sister calling me anyways? They didn’t have my i********:. I made sure of it. But then again did I? 

And the mentally deranged girl strikes again.

Taking in a deep breath for courage, I unlocked my phone choosing to check my i********: first. My picture of Will, now that I was seeing it in better lighting, had come off more romantic and sexy that I had intended. Will’s back was broad and his firm looking muscles were taut and flexed as he was doing something in front. I licked my lips at how sexy his back looked. The evening light had casted a shadow on the picture and looked like something right out of a horny girl’s Pinterest search. I was that horny girl. The horny girl was me.

Will had folded the sleeves of his shirt as his hands worked the dishes. His face was not visible and one could only speculate who he was from his tousled hair and his well-defined back. See? There’s no way anyone could know it was him.

The picture had gotten two hundred likes overnight and I was shocked at the numbers. That was greater than any of the likes I had ever gotten before. My pictures only ever gathered fifty likes at best. Hey, I was not very popular okay?

I then tapped on the comment section to see the comments. One hundred and two comments. Damn. 

I scrolled past the usual people who commented hearts and likes under my pictures which was a total of like five then I got to the one comment that had a bunch of replies underneath. Almost as if the people had had a full conversation under the comment. My curiosity was piqued so I clicked on it. The comment read

‘Oooooo he’s so yummy.’

I agreed so with a small smile I went further to read the replies.

I knoooow. Too yummy. I bet he spends a lot of time at the gym.

Yes. With a back like that, and hands looking so strong like that that…I can only imagine….

Okay sis calm down. I thought as I saw that comment. The comments continued.

I bet he’s fine as f**k too.

Yeah I wonder what he’s doing with a b***h like her?

Who says they’re together? She can’t land a fine ass man to save her life. 

Okay ouch!

Ikr. But she can’t even land a man talk less of a fine man. Hahahaha.

But she called him bae tho

Lol. She did but I bet this ugly b***h just downloaded the picture from Pinterest and is searching for clout.

Okay excuse you? I was starting to really get mad. What did I ever do to them anyways? I wanted to reply and rub it in their faces that I didn’t download the picture when I remembered that Will was not exactly my bae so I didn’t reply. To an extent they were right though. Maybe I was just searching for clout, posting Will’s picture like that.

Hahahahaha. I tots agree with you. I wish I could see where she got it from though. I would love me a fine ass man like for myself.

Preach.

I scrolled down and the rest of the comments were either people insulting me or talking how I could never have a man like Will. It kinda stung. So I deleted all the comments and left the photo. Just as I was about to leave i********:, a message from Will came in.

Oh s**t. He had my profile. When did I even accept his follow request anyway? I didn’t know he had my i********:? Had he seen the picture and the caption? I bet he could recognize his own back. Was it too late for me to delete the picture even though I kinda liked it? With trembling hands, I opened his message.

“Bae huh?” it said with a smirking emoji by the side.

Ground please open up and swallow me now. So he had seen it. How would I ever face him again? Oh heavens.

Did I have to reply? What if he thought I was going past boundaries? I mean I was but damn. Why did I post that picture anyway? How stupid could I get? But the again…I had opened his chat. Which means he knew that I had seen it. His i********: showed that he was active which meant that he was waiting for a reply. What if I didn’t reply?

But that would be rude. Oh heavens, how did I get myself into situations such as these. Instead, after writing messages and deleting like fifteen times, I finally sent a ‘sorry’ with an awkward emoji.

Will just laughed and typed almost immediately.

‘Come for breakfast. I made omelets and bacon.’

Is it too late for me to die???