At that notion, my stomach drops. She is young and has her whole life ahead of her and I’m here meddling. I’m here sleeping with her when she should be with someone more suitable for her, someone who won’t make her life more complicated than it already is.
“Where’d you go just now?” Her voice is soft. She hasn’t acknowledged what I said to her but switched the focus onto me.
There’s only one thing I can do. I have to protect Flynn at all costs. She’s my patient, but...it’s more than that. She’s my Flynn, whatever that means. Whatever I have to feel for her doesn’t matter. It takes a backseat to the bigger issues.
I have to protect her at all costs.
“Miranda kissed me last night when she was here. That’s why I’m not overreacting about the kiss, because I did the same thing, but maybe worse. Mine wasn’t a random person I was using to lash out. Mine was familiar, someone I used to love.”
“Wow.” I’m sabotaging this relationship to give her an out. I know we’re just sleeping together and it’s nothing more than that, but there are times it feels like more. My reaction to her kissing someone else is not normal. It’s not casual.
“I’m sorry, but you told me the truth and I thought you deserved the same.”
She nods, swallowing thickly. “I think I should go.”
It’s late and I’m sure her parents are wondering where she is. I don’t want her to go and I don’t want this to be the end of us, but I also know it’s for the best. The minute she walks out of my apartment, I should sag with relief, but I don’t.
Maybe this will be enough for Miranda. Since I ended things, there’s nothing for her to expose anymore.
I hope one day Flynn will forgive me, that she’ll understand. I know our sessions will be greatly affected and I wouldn’t be surprised if she requested a new doctor.
At least for now, step one of my plan to take down Miranda is complete. I wish I could’ve told Flynn the truth, but it was too risky. I needed to piss her off enough to drive her away. If she finds herself in another man’s arms, I would understand. It’s her MO. It’s her disease. She can’t control it. Not yet.
Sixteen
Flynn
“Do you want me to drive you to therapy today?” I fill a mug with coffee and grit my teeth. My mother knows all the wrong things to say and every way to get under my skin.
“No, I think I can manage.” The very last place I want to go is back to therapy. I haven’t seen or talked to Liam in four days, since the disastrous encounter at his house.
“You must really like Dr. Whitmore. You haven’t complained about him at all.” Yeah, I really like his cock.
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s not like I can just find another doctor this time.” I sip on my coffee, not caring that the scalding liquid is burning the entire surface of my tongue.
“Well, he hasn’t said anything bad about you either or kicked you out…” Not like some of your previous therapists, I’m sure she wants to say but doesn’t. She’s reaching, searching for validation. If only she knew just how much I like Dr. Whitmore.
“Trust me, Mom, I’ve done my fair share of screaming in his office.” If she only knew.
“Oh, Flynn.” Her eyes crinkle and her brows furrow as concern descends on her face. “Sometimes you remind me so much of your father,” she whispers, almost as if I wasn’t meant to hear it.
“Why? Dad is smart and well, pretty boring.” I may be his favorite, but we’re nothing alike. We barely have the same features, not like my siblings who have his bright blue eyes and sharp jawlines.
“What?” she asks, snapping out of her daze. “You, well, you didn’t know your father when he was younger. He was like a whole different person.” I want her to keep going, but she’s biting her tongue. Her eyes are sad and zoned out.
“Didn’t you guys, like, meet in college?” My dad was boring even then; a lame ass dual business and accounting major. How wild could he have been?
“Yes, we did. Right, don’t you have to get to therapy? You can’t be late.” She walks out of the kitchen, forgetting to grab her coffee mug from under the Keurig. Weird.
Today is my fifth week with Dr. Whitmore though it seems like it’s been ages. So much has happened and yet we’re nowhere close to where we should be.
The receptionist checks me in and I perch on my seat while I wait. Pulling out my phone, I text Cara and Dani to see what the plan is for the weekend. With how much those two are on their phones, you’d think they would respond right away. I’m still waiting when I get called into the room by my hot doctor. I take my usual seat in the oversized chair and drop my purse on the floor.
“Hello, Flynn. How are you today?” I burst out laughing at his formality. “Is something funny?”
“Yeah, you. What’s wrong with you? You’re being all stiff and weird.” His eyes crinkle as he takes me in, not quite sure what to say.
“I guess I expected this session to be a little more awkward considering our last conversation.”
“You’re
