The twinge of discomfort made me do something even I can admit was stupid. His head was down for a moment as he took notes. I crossed the room like a fox, sly and quiet. Next thing he knew, the notebook was knocked out of his hand and a long streak of his pen marked the page with the fall. I leaned over him before straddling him in his oversized leather chair. I went for his neck, placing a hot, wet kiss at the edge of his scruff. He pushed me away and treated me like a child. In that moment, I was tempted to punch him and break his nose.
He keeps threatening to drop me as a patient, but I saw the look in his eye. His pupils dilated and his Adam’s apple bobbed even as he pushed me away. He wants me as bad as I want him, but he refuses to admit it.
I still need to figure out his…situation. His apartment didn’t scream family man. There were no pictures, no child’s playroom, or rogue stuffed animals left across the floor. It was barren, dark. Maybe it was just a fuckpad.
I don’t care if he’s married with five fucking kids—just don’t lie to me about it. That’s where I draw the line. I may have a fucked up moral compass, but at least I’m consistent.
And the other thing that’s consistent? I get what I want. Him pushing me away will only make me chase him harder.
My phone rings, pulling me away from the memory of yesterday’s session and halting my plan of attack.
“Hey, girl.” Lying on my stomach on my bed, my feet kick in the air behind me. I inspect my nails, noting how desperate I am for a fresh manicure.
“What’re you doing tonight?” Dani’s voice is a rasp through the phone as if she was mid-puff on a blunt when I answered.
“You tell me.”
“Pécher at eleven.”
“Perfect. I’ll text ya in a bit.” We hang up and I run to the bathroom to grab my nail polish remover and my favorite blood red polish. It’s time for a new look.
I threw on a skin-tight red mini dress with a U-neckline and cinched fabric hugging my hips. My black thigh-high boots are killer and have me feeling ready to take on the town.
I’m already high enough to give Willie fucking Nelson a run for his money, and yet I down my third shot of the night before the Uber even arrives.
“Slow down, Champ, or you may do something stupid like sleep with Damon again,” Cara tells me and she’s one to talk. I’m surprised she’s not slurring yet with how much she already drank.
“All bets are off tonight. If Damon wants to fuck me, I might just let him.” Both of my best friends stare at me dumbfounded. “Don’t look at me like that. A girl has needs only a dick can scratch.”
“Bitch, I don’t know how many chicks you slept with, but I know that’s not true. It’s not any dick you want; it’s a certain dick you can’t get out of your head.” Dani smirks. She’s got a point, so I flip her off.
“Well, tonight it might be Damon’s dick.” I shrug, but she’s right. I don’t want Damon. He’s just an easy fuck and I’ll do anything to stop thinking about Liam and the perfect cock I can’t have.
We arrive at our usual club with our usual crew. My mind isn’t in it tonight, but anything is better than staying home.
The place is electric. Music is thumping, lights are flashing, drinks are sloshing. Bodies cover the dance floor grinding to the beat.
Being here gets me excited. This is my element. This is what I live for.
I beeline for the bar and order a round of drinks for me and my friends. A handsome guy is sitting on one of the stools, but for once, I ignore him. I’m not here for a random hookup tonight because the last stranger I fucked threw me for a bit of a loop when he turned up as my therapist.
I grab the tray full of shots to take back to my friends. Damon is sitting with Dani’s boyfriend, Jace, and I squeeze in between them.
“Damon, I got us some drinks. I pick up two shots, keeping one and handing my ex the other. “Cheers.” I down the tequila, not even feeling the burn.
“I got us something too.” He pulls a small vial from his jeans pocket, only high enough so I can see the white powder before shoving it back down.
“Dance with me.”
Damon’s gaze roams over my body. The skirt of my dress is riding high and the neckline doesn’t hide much.
My skin is on fire as I lead my ex away from the booth. We detour to the bathroom for a hint of snow and the powder helps me forget where I am and who I’m with. If I close my eyes hard enough and focus on the drugs and alcohol in my veins, I can pretend it’s not Damon rubbing up against me. They’re not his hands gripping my hips and pawing at my ass. It’s not Damon at all. It’s all Liam.
Seven
Liam
It was a risk coming here in the first place. This is where I first met Flynn a week ago. Yet, in an even riskier move, I asked my buddy Trevor to come with me. I thought if I brought him along I’d be on my best behavior and not try to fuck Flynn again should I run into her.
Flynn. My fucking patient.
I knew I might see her,
