Shameless (The Therapist #2)

The words I choose to settle on are the ones I want to say most. My words.
“I’m not going to fight to hang on to someone who doesn't want me, Brandon,” I tell him, just as I reach up and wipe my tears away. “I’m tired of feeling confused about what I want, and I think it’s time I embrace my own desires for a change. And the truth of the matter is, I think I have an answer to Dr. Colson’s question. It’s no. I don't like you anymore. I feel like I’ve been wearing a mask my entire life, only showing the world what I think it wants to see. I’m so tired of wearing that mask. So tired of trying to find the right thing to say. I’m done with it, so it’s fine. Do what you want. Good luck with your band.”
Brandon stares at me like I’m a stranger. He blinks five or six times before bringing himself to his feet and hovering above me while I look up at him. I don't even want to escort him to the door, so I’m not going to.
“Fine,” he says with a careless shrug. “Yeah, good luck to you too, Tessa, with… whatever the hell you're going to do. Good luck finding a guy with more promise than me. I’ll be on the road with my band, the same band you said was trash, and you'll be here, struggling with the trash barrel of men from Dover while you let your mother fail at playing matchmaker for the rest of your life.”
“Eat shit, Brandon,” I snip.
“Whatever. Goodbye, Tessa.”
Brandon turns on his heel and walks out the door, and I don't do anything to stop him, because for the first time in my life, I made a decision for myself. I did what I wanted. I hope it’s a trend I can continue. However, when this gets back to my mother, the thing I’ll want to do next is hide under a rock. For now, I think I’ll just enjoy crying my final tears for my dead relationship, and think about how to be stronger once they’re dry.

Cruise Control


Chapter Four
~ Malcolm ~
What gives a relationship a solid bond? If you ask that question to a random group of people, the answers you'd get would be common: attraction, sense of humor, and similarities in interests and hobbies would top the list. But there's another thing that can bond people just as much, if not more than all of those things. Sex.
Sex can be a bond as well, and when it gets its hooks in you, it can bond like the strongest super glue. It can fuse like welded metal, and once that happens, the only way to tear it apart is to grind it down to nothing and pry at it. Sex is an addictive drug, and it has me locked within its cages. I’m unable to free myself, but right now, I don't want my freedom. I hunger for imprisonment.
It’s not common for me to say things like this, but Ava Pierson is my girlfriend. Girlfriend. Technically, we’ve been seeing each other for four months now, but it really just became official two months ago, when I removed her from my list of patients. I’m a relationship therapist, and yes, my girlfriend used to be my patient.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Dr. Colson, how could you? That woman was your patient? Wow. You're a relationship therapist and you slept with a patient seeking therapy regarding a relationship? You're a pig, Dr. Colson.
Maybe I am. I've never been one to care about the opinions of perfect strangers, so I’m unbothered by social stigmas or so-called taboo tropes that pull judgement from the lips of people who don't even know me. With Ava, the situation was different from my normal patient who’s trying to maintain something she already has. Ava was an anomaly.
Ava came to me after a break-up with a man she’d been dating for a year. His name was Lucas Bay, and although I'd never met him, I took Ava on as a patient because the relationship had ended so recently, and she described the breakup more as an intermission. She led me to believe there was a good chance they would get back together, and that Lucas was still showing interest in her. It turned out that wasn't true. Ava only wished it was.
I’d be lying if I said my attraction to Ava didn't factor into my decision to take her on. If she’d come in with Lucas, I never would've thought to act on my attraction to her, but since she was by herself, my cock was like a devil on my shoulder, telling me to go for it. I tried to fight it throughout each session, but it only took four appointments with Ava before my barricades had been broken down and my cock was as deep in her as her pussy could handle.
The bond of sex has been locked in place ever since, and even after four months of seeing each other, I still crave her with every sight of her. My cock still twitches when she looks at me with her deep brown eyes, and licks her lips. I still fantasize about her when she texts me, telling me she wants me, and when we fuck, it’s still the darkest, kinkiest version of heaven I can imagine.
My name is Dr. Malcom Colson, and I’m starting to think I might need my own therapist. I’ve been a relationship therapist for over five years, and while I give advice to my patients with confidence and a deep understanding of what makes people tick, I’m not the best at taking my own advice. My girlfriend is my girlfriend for a very specific reason, and I’ve never been ashamed of my sex life. When it comes to sex, it’s only good for me if I do it a specific way.
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