" We are here, " mom announced as she unlocked her seatbelt.
" Where are we? " I asked sadly.
" When we get into the building, you will know, " mom said sarcastically.
I unlocked my seat belt and came out of the car.
We walked into the building. Mom paused at a doorway, her appreciative gaze locked on the sole occupant of the room. The man was stunning. I wasn't intrigued to meet whoever mom wanted me to meet but the first sight of this man in his mid twenties sent my senses whirling and my heart thudding. Tensed, I stood by the window, my arms folded across my chest, my white teeth worrying the sensual curve of my lower lip. My breath caught.
" Chloe darling, this is your psychologist, " Mom said smiling.
" Mom. . . I. . . " but she cut in.
" I know him. He is good at what he does. He is an emotional psychologist. "
" I am not mad, psyched or something___ "
" You do not have to be darling. You need help, " Mom said. " I will be on my way. I have to go to work. "
" I was about to suggest that to you, Mrs. Sarah Hartley. We do not have much time. Three hours isn't as much as you may think it is. Leave everything to me, I will have a lot of talks with her. I believe in a month, she will realize she doesn't love that guy and he doesn't love her and she will forget about the memories, they had together, " the supposed psychologist said tensely.
" Wait a minute. Mom, are you kidding me? Three hours? " I said angrily.
" I can't help it. I want you to get over that guy as soon as possible, " Mom said smiling. " Have a nice day, baby. Bye. "
She left me standing speechless.
I stared in shock at my PSYCHOLOGIST, taken aback by his striking good looks. He had thick dark blonde hair. Short and wayward. He was around six feet tall, his athletic frame was dressed in a fitting black jeans and a long-sleeved white T-shirt that suggested at the leanly muscled definition of his chest, arms and shoulders. Smooth shaven, his jaws was masculine without being heavy, his chin lean, his nose in perfect proportion to his other features and his mouth curved in a small but sinful smile.
" Hello Chloe, " he said huskily, gently and intimately. He approached her. I could scent his earthy male aroma. " I am David Dwight Hendricks. I am your psychologist at the moment. "
" You are? " I snapped. " You know my name already. There shouldn't be any reason for introductory. "
He did nothing but stare, swallowing against the lump lodging in his throat as he assessed me from head to toe.
" Please come in, " he said, gesturing his statement.
I walked in.
He offered me a seat. I accepted it coldly. I leaned back on the seat, with my hands folded.
" You dated a guy for a month, he broke your heart but you can't let go___ "
" First and foremost, he didn't break my heart. My mom thinks he is playing emotional games with me but the truth is, he still loves me. "
" He doesn't love you. And yes, he is playing emotional games with you, " David said sitting on the desk, close to me. " If he wasn't, you wouldn't be here. Tell me the truth, you have been having a lot of sleepless nights, skipping meals, losing appetites, and crying because of that jerk. "
I stared at him speechlessly.
" I take your silence for a yes. . . Did your boyfriend ever come around to explain to you concerning everything? Your mom told me a video of you begging him for sex had began to circulate. And that everyone were beginning to think of you as a psycho. Where was he when all this were happening? " he asked drastically.
" He was restricted from coming as close as to five miles to me, " I said.
" That's a lame excuse darling. If he had an explanation, he would have tried to reach you by all means. If he cared for you, he would reach out to you not considering the odds. "
" He called me but mom grounded me from using my phone, " I said seriously.
" When love is concerned, a man will try to risk everything he has, just for the woman he loves. A man will scale walls no matter how high it is, for whoever and whatever he loves, " he said practically.
" Martinez loves me and I am so certain, he loves me, " I said firmly.
" If he does then where is he? " David asked, watching tears roll down my face. " If he loved you, he would have fought for Love's sake to be with you. He will be here proving to the whole world that you are not a psychopath and that you are not emotionally drained. "
" Is this what this class is all about? " I asked fiercely.
" No, it is what you make of it, " he said, stretching a Kleenex to me. " First rules of my class, ' Do not cry '. Second rule of my class is ' Do not banter words with me '. If you want this class to be conducive for us. I have a lot of rules but I will just give you the last. Before that, I will like to let you know that you and I have similar problems. . . My girlfriend left me for my best friend. She cheated on me and only used me to make money for herself. I realized she never loved me. She was only in love with my money. I was heart broken for a certain period of days. But I overcame all that by telling myself I will never make the mistake of loving again. "
" Your girlfriend cheated on you but my boyfriend didn't cheat on me, " I snarled.
" Class is over. By tomorrow, I will tell you the last rule. Your assignment is, I want you to kiss a guy and tell me your experience. . . "
" That's a very dumb assignment and I won't do it, " I said sharply.
He stood and bridged the gap between us. " If you don't have any guy in mind, I will be perfect for the assignment. No love is involved. This is just a test. "
I stood. " You are never going to see me here again. You are a bad teacher, " I began to go before his hand caught my wrist. He pulled me to him. . .
And next two seconds, he was pressing his lips on mine. It was so soft and seductive that I couldn't resist. I tried to speak or at least stop the kiss but the way he sucked on my lips made me think he was a better kisser than Martinez. He ended the kiss, which in my opinion, I would never want him to end.
" I'm sorry, " he said earnestly.
I was more sorry. I could have stopped the kiss. Or I wouldn't have let him kiss me in the first place.
" I only wanted to know how you would feel if I kissed you, " he said, going to sit on his chair.
" I didn't feel anything, " I said, clutching on my backpack.
" You kissed me back, " he accused.
" I didn't, " I said toughly.
" You never wanted the kiss to end, right? " he accused further.
" I. . . I don't know what you are talking about, " I said hurriedly.
" Deny it all you want. All I want you to know is that when one is kissed, touched or flattered, they tend to misinterpret it as love. I kissed you, you wanted more. If you didn't think you are in love with Martinez, you could have thought you were in love with me. . . "
I stared at him expressionlessly. I breathed out heavily. Then I left his office without uttering a word to him.