Chapter 10

Chapter 10

**ASH**

My feet tapped gently on the carpet floor as my eyes took in the calming ambiance with soft soothing colors adorning the walls.

A gentle scent of lavender lingers in the air. The sound of trickling water from a small fountain in the corner adds to my anxiety.

Soft instrumental music played in the background, the door opened and Dr. Maya Li, a seasoned psychologist who specializes in anger management and trauma therapy greeted me as she sat opposite me.

"Hey, Ash. What a nice surprise to see you again," she greeted me with a warm smile. "How have you been since our last session?" she inquired.

I shrugged in my seat, avoiding her eyes as I replied, "Honestly, not great. Just trying to cope."

"I'm proud of you for reaching out, Ash. It takes courage to seek help, especially when dealing with intense emotions like anger," she acknowledged as she jotted something down on her notepad.

I fidgeted uncomfortably, nervously picking at my nails.

"That wound seems fresh, Ash," she observed a note of concern in her voice.

I remained silent, resigned to the fact that I would soon be bombarded with calls and texts from my parents post-session. To me, she was merely a therapist doing my father's bidding.

"I've been struggling with anger issues lately, but I'm fine. It's just a scratch," I retorted.

"That doesn't look like just a scratch, Ash," she pointed out.

I scoffed, "Are you going to tattle to my father like you always do? That's your specialty, reporting on our sessions."

With a gentle smile, she responded, "If you don't trust me, why do you keep coming back? You need me, Ash."

Tension rose within me as I clenched my fist tightly, my eyes blazing with anger.

"You don't want to go down that path, Ash. Remember the last time you lost control," she cautioned.

Reluctantly releasing my grip, I smirked and stood up from my seat. "This was a waste of time," I declared.

"Sit down, Ash. We need to discuss your recent outburst. The report mentions you broke a mirror, leading to that injury. Can you tell me what triggered it?" she pressed on.

"It's none of your business. I told you, I'm fine. This is all pointless," I snapped irritably.

I watched as she picked up her phone and dialed a number before showing it to me.

"We can handle this the easy way, or would you prefer a visit to Dr. Patel?" she threatened.

I scoffed, taken aback by her tactic of involving Dr. Patel to extract information from me.

Slowly, I made my way back to my seat, laughing bitterly.

"It's for your good, Ash. We don't want a repeat of that incident," she reasoned.

Memories flooded back, causing my emotions to stir. Clinging firmly to the arm of the chair, I prayed that my feelings wouldn't betray me. How dare she use my past against me, dredging up memories I was trying so hard to bury.

"Now, shall we continue?" she smiled, clearly enjoying the power she held over me. "Do the nightmares persist or have they lessened?"

I remained silent, trying to find a way to end this session quickly. She sat there calmly, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response.

"No, they haven't," I finally replied, hoping to move on from the topic.

"And your medication, have you been taking it? How effective do you find it?" she inquired, moving on to the next question.

"They're not very effective. Perhaps you should advise Dr. Patel to prescribe something better. My father is certainly not paying for inadequate medication," I snapped, hoping to shift the focus away from myself.

Dr. Maya smiled, jotting something down in her notebook before returning her gaze to me. "What helps you relax the most, Ash?" she asked.

I said nothing, a smirk appearing on my lips. "Sex, and maybe some attractive ladies," I leaned back in my seat, trying to provoke a reaction from her.

"Underneath that white coat, I can tell you're quite the attractive one," I flirted, using my charm as a distraction.

She smiled, taking off her glasses and standing up. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a red lace bra underneath.

Dr. Maya Li was a stunning doctor in her thirties, rumored to have won a beauty pageant in her home country of Brazil before pursuing a career in medicine.

Her choice to become a therapist seemed fitting, given my father's trust in her as his little spy in our sessions over the past two years.

"I enjoy your feisty attitude," she said, moving closer and sitting on my lap. I grabbed onto her hips, planting kisses on her bare skin.

"I love a good challenge. Take off your clothes for me, let me admire your beauty," I whispered.

She complied, stripping down to nothing, revealing her naked form to me. I couldn't help but gasp, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. Today's session was certainly taking an unexpected turn.

I motioned for her to come closer, and she knelt, her hands slipping my pants zipper down. I pulled her face closer, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

She moaned softly as our lips moved together, my hands exploring her body. She released my cock from my pants, holding it in her hand.

I arched an eyebrow, pulling her closer to me as the heat between us intensified. Her brown eyes showed the same desire that I felt. Without hesitation, I deepened the kiss, eager to explore the forbidden pleasure that lay before us.

A spark of satisfaction lit up her eyes as she took it all in, sucking and licking. I reached out, gripping her hair for support.

She was amazing, and I pulled her closer, causing her to choke momentarily before she continued to suck harder and faster until I came, filling her mouth with every last drop.

"How did I do?" she asked, smiling as she looked up at me, her eyes locking with mine. I gently tilted her chin with my hand.

"You were perfect, as always," I said, complimenting her.

I unzipped my pants as she got dressed. She picked up her glasses from the floor and put them on before taking a seat.

"Shall we continue?" she asked, softly cleaning the small amount of cum from the corner of my mouth with her finger.

The session ended with me making love to Dr. Maya on her desk, her moans filling the quiet room. I smiled, savoring the memories.

Sitting in my car, I gazed at Danny's eatery, watching Allison serve customers with focus. After gathering my courage, I stepped out and walked into the restaurant.

"Welcome-" she started to say, then cut herself off as she looked at me.

"Hello, cupcake," I greeted her, flashing a smile as I headed towards an empty booth.

I never took my eyes off her as she chatted with a coworker.

**ALLISON**

My day was already going poorly, and I didn't need Ash to make it worse for me.

Vivian grabbed her notepad and started heading towards Ash's table, but I stopped her. I told her I would serve him and she should attend to my remaining tables.

She gave me a teasing smile. “Just make sure you and your boyfriend don't ruin the table,” she joked before walking away.

I rolled my eyes at her comment, then turned to face Ash. He flashed an annoying smile that seemed to make my heart flutter.

Taking a deep breath, I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me.

“Are you okay?” Klein asked.

I turned to face him, forcing a smile. He needed to stop sneaking up on me; it was quite creepy.

“You shouldn't do that, you scared the hell out of me,” I said, placing my hand on my chest to calm my nerves.

I noticed Ash was watching us, his gaze cold, sending shivers down my spine.

“Is that him, your boyfriend that Gabby and Vivian won't stop talking about?” Klein asked, looking curious as he stared at Ash, who returned his gaze without flinching.

“He's not my boyfriend. I thought we had already established that,” I said, folding my arms as I watched Ash wave his hand in the air. What was he doing?

“Will someone please attend to me!” he yelled, causing all eyes to shift to him as customers murmured.

I could hear some ladies beside me giggling and making comments as they glanced at him.

“He's so hot,” one of them said.

“I know, guys like him are good in bed,” another added.

I raised an eyebrow at their words, then looked back at Ash, who smiled at one of the ladies, making them squeal.

“Oh my God, he just smiled at me!” one of them exclaimed happily.

Walking over to Ash's table, I stood in front of him. “Took you long enough. Your boyfriend doesn't seem pleased to have me here,” he remarked, shooting Klein a mischievous grin.

“He's not my boyfriend. And why are you here?” I questioned. “I'm trying to deal with you at home; I don't need to deal with you here,” I managed to say.

“I came to see your face,” he replied, fiddling with the ketchup on the table.

“Why though? You see it every day,” I muttered to myself.

Ash smiled genuinely this time, his eyes bright as he gazed at me. He slowly took my hand and caressed it.

I stared at him, stunned, my eyes flicking from his hand to Gabby and Vivian, who was probably enjoying the show.

The ladies at the nearby table gave me a cold stare. I tried to free my hand from his grip, but he held on firmly.

“I have a proposition for you,” he said.

I looked at him, puzzled by his words. What kind of proposition did he have, he better not be playing games with me.

“You better not be playing games with me,” I retorted.

“Trust me, Cupcake, it's something you might find interesting.”

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