??The Billionaire
And His Therapist ??
{His Dark Desires………..?}
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By: Midnight Flames ✍?♡
CHAPTER 16 — UNLEASHED EMOTIONS.
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The sound of stones crunching was the only thing she heard as she walked along the abandoned alley. Her hair ragged, wearing torn and tattered clothes, dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks hallow.
She wasn’t wearing her segzy and beautiful lingerie, not having men eye her body shamelessly and no money had been spent on her to satisfy men in bed. She missed her luxurious and deceitful life but she got fired and no one was willing to hire her — the are a lot of stripers already and the owners were not willing to hire more.
She sighed in relief as she finally left the abandoned area and was now strolling through the busy sidewalk. A Lady on a mission—that’s how she looked taking long strides and glancing around suspiciously.
She knew where she was heading too. After all she is left with no other choice expect; blackmail. And who better to taunt than her – mother. She took a right and stopped as she reached her destination. Monica sighed and knocked on the door with urgency. She didn’t have time to waste, she didn’t come here to chat nor stay for a reconciliation. No…she needed money – fast.
Monica could hear the fast approaching footsteps of her mother and unlocking the door. When the door swung open, the excited/longing expression of her mother turned sour immediately she saw her.
“Monica…” There is no surprise or happiness in her tone. Monica smirks, already knowing she was going to get what she wants easily.
“Hello mother” she greets monotonously pushing the door lightly and stepping in. Fiona couldn’t hide her displeasure, for a moment, she had thought that Peter had come back.
“What are you doing here?” Fiona couldn’t hide the growl in her tone nor the sneer on her face seeing her rebellious daughter.
“Awwn… And I thought you would be happy to see me for once.” She faked a concerned effect. She plopped on the couch and looked at Fiona with disgust. “Twenty years and you still haven’t been able to afford a new couch.” She comments.
Her eyes move around the house. It is a house to her never a home— the fighting, screaming, begging. Life was once blissful until she found out her mother is nothing but a snake. But today, something is different: the house no longer held toxicity, now it just feels sad and lonely.
“What do you want Monica…” Her mother sounds defeated like she had given up but that is not her problem. She could care less.
“I need money. . . .or else” she thr_@tened but this time her mother did not walk out in anger and then come back with a waddle of cash instead she stood right there, arms crossed not moving an inch.
“Or else what?” Fiona questioned back. She was done playing her daughter’s game, after all she has nothing to loose anymore.
“Or else… I’ll tell dad what you did and–”
“He already knows,” she cut her off. “He found out everything — he left me.” She sat down on the worn out couch – opposite to her. Fiona glances at her – – seeing Monica as shocked as she should be.
“How?”
“I don’t know…” That is the one thing Fiona has yet to find out. Just how did Peter find out—there is something he is hiding or she is not seeing something right in front of her. She knew it couldn’t be Monica – – Peter had made no effort to contact his daughter and even if Monica had managed to reach out, he wouldn’t listen to a word she says.
Monica clicks her tongue on her teeth, her only piece of information against her mother had been revealed. Just how! How is she going to get the money now?
She blew out a breath, deciding to try her luck. “I still need–”
“Get out.” Fiona said harshly. “You are nothing more than a disappointment. I regret wasting my time with you in the first place.” She glares at her.
Monica wasn’t in the slightest hurt by her mother’s words after all what could she expect from a woman who ruined her best friend’s life and marriage. Ever since, Monica had found out about her mother’s betrayal (leaving her best friend to die). She had been heartbroken at first, not believing that the woman who birthed her had actually built their “home” of another woman’s pain.
When she had confronted Fiona about everything and thr_@tened to tell her father the truth. Fiona had attempted to silence her with money and when Monica did not agree, Fiona had made her daughter – her enemy.
Monica was hurt and angry. All her life she had looked up to her mother as a saint but she turned her back on her immediately she discovered about her secret. “Am so glad, am a disappointment to you. Thank goodness I wasn’t able to make the woman who built her life off her best friends pain – proud.”
The words hit Fiona — she h@ťěd been reminded that she was nothing without Dianne. She stood up abruptly, “GET OUT!” She roared.
Monica didn’t flinch. She only stared down and wondered what she ever did to deserve this kind of mother. “You know for a long time I always wondered why bad things always happened to you and now I know why; Karma’s out to get you.” She mocked and walked out. Fiona then slid to the ground and cried her heart out knowing Monica is right – Karma was out to get her and it won’t stop until she is completely destroyed.
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“Dominique is there something your hiding from me?” Lucille questioned as she pinned his gaze. Call it intuition, but she has a feeling that he is hiding something from her.
“No… Why would you think that?” Dominique was confused, not because he wasn’t hiding something but. . . how did Lucille know. Ever since, he had spoken to Claire and helped getting Ethan thrown in jail. He had been feeling guilty, unsure of whether to tell her or not.
He didn’t want to tell her because he didn’t want to bother her over something so minor but still she is his therapist and Claire is the major reason why he is getting therapy in the first place.
“Well…”
“Don’t worry about it,” she brushed it off. Dominique shrugged but sighed in relief inwardly. He did not want to know how she’ll react once she hears about Claire.
“So… How are you feeling today?” Currently they are in his office. Today, Lucille wore a green floral gown – very causal and different from her everyday professional look. Truly, after the stroll through Paris the professional relationship/facade dropped.
“Amazing!” He replied and moved to sit on the desk. Lucille giggles and shakes her head.
“Really… Well I guess you don’t need me anymore.” She said dramatically and picked up her handbag.
“No!” Dominique rushes to her side and grabs her hand. “You can’t leave. . . . you know, on second thought am not feeling good today.”
They both laughed heartily. Suddenly realizing that the distance between them was small.
Holding each other’s gaze not being able to look away. Dominique leaned in and captured her lips gently. Lucille did not fight it, she welcomed him—arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him closer.
His mouth hot and needy against her, his tongue dancing rhythmically— th-ru_sting into her as his côck would. Lucille was lost in passion; Dominique’s hands on her body felt so erotic.
He raises her up not breaking away, immediately she wraps her legs around his waist. The feeling of his hard body pressed against her made her Mõ@ɲ softly.
The need for each other – they had kept buried, could no longer be contained.
“Dominique…” She Mõ@ɲs softly as his lips trail down her neck. He raises his head, seeing her – flushed, lips swollen, breathing heavily.
“Do you want this…” Lucille didn’t need to be told twice. Dominique made her feel things she hasn’t felt before – she could no longer fight his seduction.
“Once I make you mine Lucille, there is no going back.”
She met his gaze – challengingly. “Then make me yours…” And that was Dominique needed to hear.
He kissed her again. This time not holding back. Exploring every part of her mouth with his tongue and touching every part of her body with his rough hands.
He was going to mark every inch of her body and fulfill every dark desire.
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Tbc……..?
Questions:
How did Monica find out about her mother??
Did you think Lucille and Monica will cross paths??
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Happy reading?.