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“Help me and Clay. Clearly, you know what he wants better than I do, and I trust you. So if you want to help other couples, then helpus.”
“Jade, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I press, although, deep down, I think I know.
“Because Clay was my client already and—”
“That’s exactly why you should,” I reply.
“A moment ago, you didn’t want me to be an accessory in other people’s relationships, and now you’re asking me to be one in yours?”
“Yes, and you said this is your job, and you love it, so helpme.”
“Is this really about your relationship with Clay?” she snaps in return, and my brow furrows.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“If you’re so concerned about your relationship with Clay, why are you spending so much time withme?”
My lips close, and I fall silent, fighting the tears that are building behind my eyes. I force myself to swallow and take deep breaths through my nose.
“I should go,” I mutter into the phone.
“Jade…”
“And you’re right. I should stop seeing you.”
“Jade,” she snaps in desperation.
Before she can say anything else, I hit the redEnd Callbutton and drop my phone in my lap. My head hangs back against the seat as my fists clench at my sides.
It hurts, probably more than it should. It hurts to fight with her, be scorned by her, and be mad at her. For reasons I don’t understand, she’s the last person on earth I want to be mad at.
And I realize she’s right. I’m not mad that she helps other couples. I’m seething with jealousy because the only couple I want her to help…is me and Clay.
She says she won’t help us because he’s a past client, but maybe ifheasked her.
But how on earth am I going to get him to do that without revealing that I’ve been seeing her in secret this whole time?
I can’t really stop seeing her. I spoke too harshly. I didn’t mean it.
I need to see her again, but this time, I want to do it as a couple.
And if she won’t do it for me, then maybe she’ll do it for him.
Rule #17: Communication is key.
Clay
She’s letting him touch her. And judging by the smug look on his face, he thinks that he owns her. Or that he’s entitled to some part of her that’s private. Some part that belongs to me.
And she makes him believe it.
Is that how she is with me? Does she make me believe I’m special to her? Do I mean nothing?
I’m more than her client. Our sessions are more than the physical stuff. We haven’t even had sex yet, and I’ve been telling myself it’s a sign that what we have means more.
But watching her walk out of her room with some strange man’s hand on her back, I feel the gut punch of jealousy. I’ve known this whole time what she does and who she is, but to see it with my own eyes hits harder than I expected it to.
