Alexander looked at his best friend and also his therapist with a confused look,he used his hair to brush his hair backward in frustration.
"Why, what's happening to me?"he asked with with an unfathomable gaze,his friend just looked at his face and wrote down his spectations.
"How were you feeling when she's around you?".
"She gave me that same feeling like her. She smells like her,talks like her but am not sure she's the one. If she's the one, she would have known me. Just tell me what to do, atleast that's what i pay you for".
"Alex,you need to move on. You're getting messed up".
"Damian,shut the fuck up. You know exactly what she means to me. Without her,do you think i'll be here today"he said as he thought about her,her smile,her laugh, her toughness. He misses her so much,he feels that she's so close to him yet so far.
"Alexander, you're far most my number one frustrating client. I'd advise you to get closer to her, keep her by your side every time till you find your solution. And if you feel anything different,tell me. Okay".
"This is the most sensible thing you've said today" he said satisfied with the answer he had heard.
He stood up and walked out without a word. Damian looked at his retreating back and sigh. His obsession will only lead to his destruction, because of his friend,he doesn't want to experience the bittersweet taste of the emotion called Love.
immediately he stood up, his door flew open as a woman entered inside, she was the woman they should be calling a femme fatale, she wore a fiery red body hug that had a tearing from the middle of her lap downwards showing a rose tattoo and the name DAMIAN.
She looks so sexy in that dress,all the curves that a woman desire has been sculptured on her, she was an evil enchantress.
Damian frowned at the woman in front of him"What are you doing here?"the lady pout at his distant tone.
"Why does it sound like you don't want me here?"she strode towards him and looked up at him, even with the heels on, she was still some inches shorter than him but she doesn't mind it because now she could get access to his full red lips.
"What are you doing here?"he asked again shifting back to distance himself from her, she didn't mind it and sat on the couch whilst crossing her legs together showing a bit of her panties, he glared at the woman in front of him.
Was she purposely trying to seduce him?.
"Can't you sit appropriately?"she smiled sexy at him.
"Awwn, you've started taking a liking into me right since you're already looking through my body"she saw him losing his calm and showed a little smile.
Veronica Miller, once a stripper. She had met Damian in the bar when his friends had forcefully taken him there, when she saw him, she was offered money by his friends to seduce him but immediately she went there, she was thrown away like some dirt bag by him, embarrassed in the entire bar.
She was named the femme fatale for a reason,that day, she had sworn to herself that she would surely make him fall for her. After that night,he disappeared and she didn't see him again for two weeks, the third week,his friend came and she asked him where she could find him.
And that's why she's here today"we haven't seen for a long time and this is how you treat your girlfriend?"she clicked her tongue in resentment.
"You aren't my girlfriend,i thought i made it clear to you"he was angry at himself,why wasn't he chasing her away but instead leaving her alone,why does he feel like he doesn't want to let her go. He cursed himself in anger.
"I should be hurt but i won't because sooner or later, you'll be mine. Even if it's to chase you till the end of the world, i will"she stood up and walked towards him kissing him on his lips. Damian not expecting that stood rooted to the ground in shock,when she left,he touched his racing heart.
I don't want to be a man slave.