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I blushed thinking about how hot he looked when he swore at him, the vein on his neck looking very inviting. “Jason called me during the therapy session and Aiden picked it up. He threatened him and told him not to call me again, blocking his number.”
“That’s good.”
“So, he is now sending me emails and apologizing for having sex with Amanda.”
“He is a dick. Block him everywhere.”
“I will—oh shit, Zara, I am so sorry but I have to go,” I panicked, checking the time, running around my room to shove things into my handbag. Chapstick, sunscreen, house keys and the journal. I didn’t have the time to take out the ruffled papers I had placed inside it and shoved everything inside my bag. “I am going to be late for the therapy session.”
“I love you, bye!”
I sent her a flying kiss as she ended the call. If I drive fast enough and the traffic gods are with me, I can make it in time. Even five minutes early.
* * *
I didn’t makeit in time.
“I am so sorry, Aiden, the traffic was so bad,” I heaved, taking support of my knees to control my breathing. So much for dressing up in a cute dress, applying light makeup and curling my hair in waves for the session. I wiped down the sweat from forehead and straightened up, daring to peek at him.
Aiden looked like he always did. His face was stern without any emotions showing on his face. His eyes travelled down my body and I held in my shiver when they raked over my bare legs.
He made a dramatic point of checking his wristwatch that cost more than the car I drove and hummed. “We will talk about your tardiness after the session.Sit.”
I quickly sat down and drank some water, the cool air of air conditioner breezing through my skin. The session started, and we made usual talk about my day, what happened that week or if anything exciting happened that I wanted to share with him. There was one moment where I was emotionally overwhelmed when he asked me a couple of questions about my childhood and my ignorant father. But he looked proud of me when I answered them patiently and quietly without tears pooling down my eyes like all the sessions before.
He had told me it would take time to go through my childhood and remember certain instances, but he would be there for me and we could always talk about something else.
“You seem quite happy today, Ivy,” Aiden said, noting something. I ignored the disappointment when he didn’t call me by my nickname. I liked my name, but he always called me Petal.
I twisted my fingers on my lap, the flimsy material of the dress brushing over my thighs. “Yes, I am happy. I am enjoying the vacation, reading books and even called my friend.”
Aiden looked up. “Which friend?”
I grinned. “Zara, Hayden’s fiancée. She showed me the Palace gardens and told me I can visit Azmia anytime.”
“I am glad you have a friend you can rely on, Petal,” he said with a smile.
I crossed my leg and tried not to think about that same smile between my legs, teasing me with his tongue, teeth, and lips.
He asked me about my other friends.
“I haven’t talked to Noah for a while, but we usually DM each other on Instagram.”
His pen halted, and he looked at me, tilting his head. “Noah?”
“Yes, he is a really good friend of mine. Very sweet and charming. He always buys me iced coffee when we study together in the library during finals.”
“Hm.” Aiden didn’t ask anything more about him and questioned, “And you lived in a dorm, right? What about your roommate?”
My smile dropped, and I looked at the coffee table between us. Somewhere inside his office, a paper rustled and the sound of swallowing the lump in my throat reminded me of my friend having sex with my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend in my room.
“Ivy?”
I blinked at Aiden and shook my head. “It’s n-nothing.”
“Tell me.” He said, “Take a deep breath and tell me about your roommate.”
So I did. Scrunching my hands into fists as I recalled the events of that day. Going to my dorms late at night after studying for hours in library and thinking Amanda had another guy over like all the other times but the shoes belonged to Jason. I had gifted it to him for our three-month anniversary and walking into my room to see both of them embracing each other, moaning each other’s names. Jason had never touched me like that. Never.
