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“Is it your ex-girlfriend? Destiny? Do you think about her?”
“Not so much as thinking about her as I am stuck in a constant loop of witnessing her infidelity.”
“I see.” Mr. Jones leaned forward; his eyes locked onto Langston’s. “Have you tried sex?” he asked bluntly.
Langston’s gaze never wavered. Instead, the two stared at each other for a long moment. And while Malcolm was waiting for an answer, Langston remembered a vivid dream he’d had the last time he was able to sleep about a woman he’d become associated with within the previous months.
Lisa Sharpton.
She was one-third of the popular girl group Genesis Rising. One of her bandmates, Tina Braddon-Clark, was married to Langston’s brother, Malik Anthony Clark. Her second bandmate, Chelsea Bellamy, was in a relationship with another brother—Tristan Neil Clark.
The proximity to Lisa had caused him to conjure some risqué dreams that he wanted to be ashamed of—but couldn’t.
“Let me console you,Langston. Whatever you’re going through, I’ll make you forget like…” Lisa snapped her fingers. “That.”
A lone thick brow rose on Langston’s cinnamon-brown face, and when Lisa reached and caressed his head, he grabbed her arm, his jaw ticked.
“Lisa….”
“Let me console you.”
They watched each other from under lowered eyelids, and a tingle of warmth slipped through Langston’s body. He grabbed her waist, lifting her, and her legs clung to his hips. Moving against a wall, he pinned her there, their mouths clashing and tongues mixing as their bodies burned with heat.
“Take it, Langston.” Lisa ground into his erection that was painfully pressed against her panties.“Take it. Please, please, please.”
He pushed the pants off his hips, snatched her thong aside, and shoved his dick inside her.
“OOOOOH! Fuck!” they screamed in simultaneous ecstasy.
That dream had endedwith Langston waking up with his dick in his hand, masturbating with purposeful strokes.
“Should I take your silence for a yes, Langston?”
Langston blinked, his focus clearing and bringing Malcolm’s face back to his sight.
“No. I haven’t tried sex lately. Is that your suggestion, counselor?”
“It is a valid suggestion. Sometimes the cure can be found in the most unexpected places. I want you to try something else, too,” Malcolm said. “It’s a technique I’ve been working on with some of my patients who have trouble sleeping.”
Langston leaned forward, interested in what Malcolm had to say.
“I call it ‘dream visualization,’” Malcolm continued. “Basically, you’ll be imagining a dream instead of trying to force yourself to fall asleep. It’s like creating your own movie in your mind, and it can be incredibly relaxing.”
Langston tilted his head, curious but skeptical. “This sounds like something I currently do—but I call it daydreaming instead, and it doesn’t help me fall asleep.”
“Dream visualization is different. Think of yourself as the screenwriter, the director, and the star of your own movie. You’ll simply concentrate on yourself being in a certain place and experiencing certain things. It’s effortless.”
“If it’s so easy, why haven’t I been able to do it before?”
“Because getting into the right frame of mind can be difficult. As I said, it’s like making a movie—only without any external stimulation. You want to visualize everything—especially the places and smells.”
“What about sounds?”
“Those can help, too.”
“What happens if I can’t do it?”
“You will.”
