He finally glances at me with pained eyes. Dropping his hand from over his mouth, he braces himself on the edge of his desk.
“Flynn, I can’t—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence. You have to be my doctor. If you quit on me, I could like, go to jail or something! Can you even deny a court-appointed patient? You’re my last hope, Liam. Who cares that we fucked? We’re adults. We can act professional.” Even though I’d let him bend me over his desk and have his wicked way with me, he’s my last hope. I don’t know what they’d do to me if he turned me away.
He studies me. His eyes tell me he’s torn, but I can still tell he wants to help me. I’m a lost dog and he’s just a boy begging his mom to keep me.
“Fine, but what happened last night never happened and will never happen again.” His voice is stern but his face is imploring, desperate for me to agree with him.
“Whatever you say, Dr. Whitmore.” I can’t help the fact that my voice comes out extra sultry and my panties dampen from calling him Doctor.
He groans and runs a hand through his hair before sitting in an oversized brown leather chair. “Flynn, let’s begin.”
Five
Flynn
My mother is beaming as I climb into the car after my first therapy session with Liam, err, Dr. Whitmore.
“You’re not pouting or screaming profanities at me. Is it safe to assume therapy went well?”
“You know what they say about assuming, Mother.” When I hear her sigh, I cut her some slack. “It wasn’t the worst session I’ve ever had.” That’s enough to placate her. The drive home is quiet and I replay the past hour of my life. While it truly was not the worst session I ever had, it’s not like it was groundbreaking either.
Liam was distracted, not that I can blame him. He was as cold and distant as a hobo in January. He went numb, turning off all emotion, not even flinching whenever I made a sexual innuendo.
After a solid fuck, I’m normally cleansed of my prey and I can drop them faster than millennials cancel the next ‘thing,’ but his blasé attitude is getting under my skin. I either need to use someone else to fuck him out of my system or turn up the charm.
Problem is, I don’t have any charm. I’m just Flynn—dirty, filthy, hypersexual Flynn. Take me or leave me.
When we get home, I hop right out of the car and head to my room to grab my keys. I need to get out of this house and thank fuck, my mom doesn’t try to stop me. Within ten minutes, I’m at my best friend’s apartment, though it sounds like there’s an orgy going on inside.
“Knock knock.” I push open the door despite being scared of what I might find on the other side.
Cara and Dani sit side by side on their heather gray couch, streaming porn on their flat screen. They’re both clothed—thank God—but the TV is so loud I’m surprised they haven’t received an indecent noise violation or some bullshit.
“What exactly is going on here?” It’s no secret these two like to make out when they’re drunk, but since Dani is dating Jace now, I thought they’d cooled off. I doubt many guys would care if their girlfriend hooks up with other chicks, but at the very least they’d probably want to join in.
“Get that look off your face, nothing is going on.” Dani grabs the remote and lowers the volume. “What’s up?” She’s perky as if this is an ordinary Thursday.
“Why are you blaring porn?” They look at one another and shrug. With an eye roll, I squeeze in between them on the couch. “I had to get out of my house.”
“What is it this time? Mommy issues or daddy issues?” Cara laughs. “Poor little rich girl with the stable family having a hard time?” I smack my friend’s shoulder as she laughs at me.
“I fucked my new therapist.”
“Already? That must be some type of record, even for you,” Dani snorts.
“Why am I friends with you two again?” I cover my face with my hands and groan.
“Do you actually like this guy?” Dani’s eyes bug out of her head. She’s been a romantic ever since she met Jace. She must forget who she’s talking to.
“What? No, I mean, his dick game is strong, but it’s not a love at first sight situation. He was my one night stand from the other night.” They both burst out laughing.
“Of course you managed to pick up your therapist at a club. That’s so…you,” Cara snorts.
“So what’s the big deal? Just switch therapists again.” Dani gathers her auburn hair in her hands and tosses it into a messy bun.
“I can’t. He’s my court-appointed therapist. I can’t just call up the judge and have him swapped out.”
“Can’t your daddy pull some strings?” Cara asks with a heavy lilt of sarcasm. It doesn’t matter what I do or how I act, I’ll always be a Fletcher to them—rich, prestigious, entitled.
I roll my eyes and pout on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What do you want me to say, Flynn?” Dani asks.
“I want you to tell me what to do for once.” I never come to them for advice. I’m used to taking a bull by its balls and trailblazing my own way through life. Can’t they see how desperate I am?
“You say you don’t like this guy and you have no choice but to
