“I’m going over there.” They try to stop me, pulling at my arm and calling me crazy. I brush them off and stand, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles on my leather skirt.
My therapist looks casual and hot as fuck in a black tee and dark jeans. His hair is unruly, with pieces flopping down into his eye, perfecting the bedhead look.
As I approach the table, I assess his date. I can’t see much of her aside from the back of her. She’s wearing somewhat of a boho-style sundress. Her posture is picture perfect, a contrast to her hippie-like attire. Her hair is in a loose braid down her back and if this thing turns ugly, at least it’ll be easy to grab onto and pull. Hard.
“Liam, it’s funny running into you here.” I rest my hand on the table and leave my back toward the blonde.
“Flynn, oh—” He clears his throat and looks between me and his date. “Yes, this is a surprise.” He clears his throat again and if he does it one more time I’ll pour water down his gullet myself.
“Liam, who is this child?” the woman asks, to which I plaster on a sugary sweet grin and spin toward her.
“I’m Flynn, his—”
“Patient. She’s a new patient of mine. Flynn, this is Miranda, my—”
“Wife.”
“Ex-wife. You do remember signing the papers, don’t you? Or did your headache medicine make things a little too fuzzy for you?”
Her light blue eyes darken and narrow into murderous slits. “Interesting, Liam, I didn’t know you allowed patients to call you by your first name.”
“It makes them feel more comfortable and connected to me. More like a person and less like a doctor.” He rubs at his forehead before turning his back to address me. “I’m sorry, Flynn, but was there something you needed or can you wait for our next session?”
“I just thought I’d say hi since I saw you come in.”
He nods. “Well, then, if you’ll excuse us. I’ll see you next week.”
With that, I’m dismissed and feeling like an idiot.
So that’s his wife. I guess that answers the whole wife-and-kids question I had. Or at least half of it. She may be gorgeous, but she’s a total bitch.
Hmm…I guess he has a type.
Nine
Liam
With the subtlety of a bulldozer, I stare at Flynn’s tight ass as she walks back to her friends. Even from what little I’ve learned about her during our time together, I’d say this run in was not a coincidence. Unfortunately, my ex-wife notices how hard I’m checking out my twenty-one year old patient.
“Liam Whitmore, cradle robber? Who would’ve thought?” Miranda’s sneer speaks volumes and I need to shut her down before she does anything stupid.
“Miranda, she’s my patient and I worry about her.” I think I have double the amount of caring bones in my body to make up for the ones my ex lacks.
“It seems like you’re worrying about how your dick will fit in her ass.” I’m grateful she can’t see my jeans tighten under the table. Now all I can think about is shoving my cock in all of Flynn’s perfect, tight little holes.
“Fake jealousy isn’t a good look on you. Maybe you should’ve cared a little more while we were together instead of shacking up with your tennis instructor.” My exasperation is spilling over and it’s taking all of my energy not to storm out of here. “Can you please just get to the point of why you asked me to meet you?”
“I need more money.”
“I gave you more money last week.”
“That was for my car.” She lifts her perfect, Botox-filled chin and I roll my eyes.
“Your car is paid off. I would know.”
“It needed work done.”
“Then what do you need money for now?” She purses her lips and it’s obvious she doesn’t want to answer me.
“The girls are planning a trip to Cabo.”
“Ha!” My outburst draws the attention of nearby tables. I’m sure Flynn couldn’t hear me from the front of the restaurant, but I still catch her gaze with mine. She doesn’t even care that I catch her staring. She just raises a brow and keeps looking.
“How about you get a job and pay for own way? I’m already giving you alimony.” And once the court deems she’s not even attempting to become self-sufficient, her alimony will be cut off.
“Fine,” she shrugs. “I’ll just sue you.”
“For what?” This woman is insane.
“Wrongful death.” Nausea kicks me in the stomach and if I looked in a mirror right now I’d probably look like Casper.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I lost her too. Don’t you dare hold that over my head.” My voice raises and I stand, unable to sit across from this monster a minute longer. I toss money on the table and take a step away, but she grabs my arm. I don’t even look down at her as she speaks.
“I’ll give you one week to get me the money. Don’t test me, Liam.” Cool as a sociopathic cucumber, she takes a sip of water and dismisses me without another glance.
I bolt out of the restaurant and walk down the street to my building. I’m pissed off and need to take my anger out on something—or someone.
In a battle of self-restraint, I lose this time. I pull up Flynn’s contact information and send her a text. It’s extra sickening since I stole the number off her patient intake form. I try not to think about that too much.
After a solid ten minutes of should
