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“Shit!” she curses, stiffening above me.
She hops off me like a damn kangaroo, running towards the tiny black bag to grab the phone.
The panic in her movements startles me, reminding me of that day Jaden called her into the office for an 'urgent' phone call. As she grabs it, I see something fall out of her purse onto the floor.
Turning to me, she holds up a finger as she answers the call. I give her a quick nod, but she’s already running out of the room, leaving abruptly. Moving to sit up, I shake out my head and my hands, realizing I may be a tad crazy for the way I've been acting.
I'm luring my therapist in to rub close to my aching dick? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Hopping off the table, I make my way across the room towards her purse and whatever dropped onto the floor. My curiosity with her never fails, and now I'm leaning down over it, needing to see what fell out.
Upon further inspection, I gasp when I see a curled up ball of material.Is that what I think it is?
Peering towards the door, I hear her voice near the office now, so I take the opportunity to pick it up. Stretching it out before me, my jaw drops to the ground.
Black lace panties?!
Dylan stuffed a black lace thong into her purse? Was she fucking some guy in the parking lot?! Her ex? Her current boyfriend? The guy from the picture? What is this?! Why are these in here?!
Getting heated at the crazed scenarios I'm now envisioning, I curl the panties into my fist, grimacing towards the door. I rotate my jaw, then quickly tuck them into the pocket of my gym shorts.
The Facebook profile pic, the bruises, the panties?
This girl has her skeletons, alright.
The question is, are they worth digging up?
27
Dylan
Land.
I need land. Lots of land.
Lots of land away from Lake.
He's slowly pulling me back down into his deep waters, making my ability to breathe nonexistent.
I wanted to kiss him. I've never had the urge, the disgusting need to kiss someone so badly in all my life, and that infuriates me.
His gorgeous, grayish-blue eyes with that firm jaw, lined with just enough stubble to rub your inner thighs in all the right ways. How he towers over me with his exquisite body, the one made by the likeness of the gods. He makes me come alive in his presence, overthinking every breath I take, making my mouth run dry under his gaze, needing him to wet my tongue. My body aches to be touched by him again. It practically begs me to rub up on him like some sort of needy feline.
I have to control my kitty.
Lake isn't the guy for me. He's a walking red flag.
He told me not to overthink kissing him. Flag. He said he'd already forgotten about our evening together as if it meant nothing. Flag. Some gorgeous Instagram model tagged him in photos on social media just last night, canoodling on the couch of some plush home, probably his. FLAG.
I wouldn't consider myself a stalker. Stalkers are crazed weirdos who search celebrities on social media platforms through made-up accounts under their older brother's name, who don't even know how to use them. Goddamnit, I'm a stalker.
Oh, well. I've accepted it. I needed to know what I was sticking my toes into with him. Now, back to the facts at hand. Lake is not interested in more than sex. Not that it matters. I'm his therapist. It's off limits. He's a possessive man who wants things and gets them. That's it. Right?
Whenever I come back to these thoughts, the story of his mother comes to mind, and it breaks down whatever stereotype I'd initially had of him. The man has a heart, that much is clear. But where and when he uses it is a whole other ballgame.
He doesn't understand my life. Nor will he ever. I'm very protective of Colin and our little situation, so much so I've closed off that part of my life entirely from people I don't trust. I don't let just anyone into our little circle.
Never again will I allow Colin to be left alone with someone who claims to care for him the way I do, especially not when that person has ulterior and selfish motives. Why would I let someone in just for them to leave, making waves for us that I’m responsible for steadying later?
