Seduction Therapy
Elisa Riley
Seduction Therapy
Copyright © 2018 by Elisa Riley
Published by Elisa Riley
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Prologue
"How much do you love me?"
Our nude bodies are pressed together, the sound of our heavy breathing is the only audible sound in the room as we lay in the own comfort of his mattress. Underneath the thin dull sheet, his hand drew circles onto my back, long fingers softly caressing my skin as my eyes flutter with each movement.
"More than you'll ever know."
He always told me he loved me, but I knew better than to believe that. He was in love with my body, and the fact that he could take advantage of me without getting a consequence.
He was supposed to help me get better. He wasn't to mistreat me and use me for intimate purposes.
He's a sinner.
However, I am one too simply because I let him do this to me.
Seventeen year old Chloe Davies attends therapy sessions where she meets Robert styles, the terrible man who sins upon her innocent soul.
Chapter 1
"Do you ever feel at discomfort when around men?"
I sigh with frustration at the woman with the clipboard who keeps throwing impeccable and irritable questions at me. She and no one else will not understand that I'm completely fine. They all think I'm immune to every little thing I frown at. I'm fine, all because I don't have a smile plastered on my face like every other human being, I'm supposedly still strung up about past tense problems. I'm fine.
"No."
"Do you ever isolate yourself away from others because of what happened?"
"Look, I'm fine. I'm not in any way depressed or ill or whatever it is you think I am. I'm perfectly fine and I don't need help." I huff, crossing my arms as I slump down on the cold metal chair.
Laura sweeps her blonde hair out her face, sighing as she sets her clipboard down and drags her chair away from the opposite side of the desk. She impatiently taps her red painted acrylic nails against the wooden table, before sighing once more.
"Chloe, I'm just trying to help you. Look, I know it's not fun being in here with me throwing questions at you left and right, but You're mother said you haven't been the same since-"
"She's not my mother." I sharply cut her off.
Abbie was not my mother, she was my aunt. Abbie was a middle aged woman who fostered me into her home a few years ago when I needed a place to stay. Her boyfriend Josh just moved in last week and she reported to my social worker that I've been acting strange since. Abbie thought I was going to have my problems again and decided to bring me to therapy again.
I've already been through this. They'll ask me questions and I’ll tell them I'm fine. They won’t believe me and until I show some kind of improvement, I will have to spend every Tuesday and Thursday after school being in a unfamiliar room with an adult who pokes around with my life.
"You're right. Abbie is not your mother, however. She's your legal guardian and she said you haven't been yourself lately. Now your records say that-"
"I know what they say, I don't need to hear it aloud." I mumble and I see Laura slightly roll her eyes as she scoots off of her chair.
"It's very rude to interrupt someone, Chloe."
"It's very stupid for me to be here when I don't have problems, Laura." I retaliate.
"Are you alright with Having someone else talk to you for today? I want to see how you interact with him." Laura skeptically eyes me, looking for any signs of discomfort.
"Bring 'em in." I shrug.
Laura leaves the room, I know she's watching me through the one sided mirror pane probably talking to social services or worse, Abbie.
The door swings open and in walks Laura, accompanied by a man. His hair is tussled around and chest tattoos are peaking out of the tips of his black T-shirt. His lanky legs are covered by jeans and worn out boots cover his feet.
Our eyes lock and he offers me a smile. I stare at him uninterested as I look down at my paint chipped nails.
"Chloe, This is Robert Anderson. He'll be accompanying us today. If this session goes well, He'll be assisting you every Tuesday and Thursday. If that's too uncomfortable for you, I'll also attend the sessions-"
"I'm seventeen, Laura, I don't need your assistance or anyone's assistance for the matter." I blow out an angry huff.
Laura thought she needed to be extra careful around me as if I were going to break at one little slip up. she thought I was an oversensitive, naive girl who 'needed help'. I do not need help, I'm fine.
They ignore my ignorance and sit down opposite of me at the table. Laura clicks her pen multiple times, staring at her note filled clip board.
"Hi, Chloe. I'm Robert." He extends his arm across the table, awaiting for me to shake his hand. I stare at it with crossed arms and he sheepishly retrieves.
"Alright, well I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions. Is that okay?"
I hated how they all spoke to me like I was a toddler; They spoke to me with small words and made sure they took their time to speak extra slow so that I 'understand' what their saying.
I gave no reply,
