"You're strong and big." Ariella said after their second round, "Let's do it again" she added.
"You sure? You should know I have the stamina for even 10 rounds and now this time I want to get rough. If that's okay with you." he said.
"That's what I wanted to do this time. I also want to take lead now. I'm a dirty little angel. You get that right?"
"Yeah" he said lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. She started moving her body in rhythm and slowly gained speed. He was moaning and hissing and when he couldn't stand the torture anymore, he raised her and slowly went inside her. She was not so tight and seconds later she had been pinned on the bed her hands clasped together on top of her head and he was moving faster .
She screamed, "oh my fucking god, holy shit, screw me daddy."
"I won't. Shout my name baby first and your word will be my command," he was shouting at her. Banging into her harder each time she screamed his name.
Ten minutes of nasty small things and a grand third round, they slept on the bed hugging tightly and absorbing each other's energy. She was about to sleep when he spoke.
"When do I start my sessions?"
"Anytime. you know and how long will you be paying me this way?" she asked hoping for a specific answer.
"I know it's not really appropriate for a patient to do this but y'all therapist are too expensive. It's all I can afford."
"Cut the crap Mr. For how long?"
"Some months?"
"Ok. That's a relief. I think I just got addicted to you. Thank God I'll be seeing you on a daily basis." she said yawning and slept smiling at him. He watched her eyelids flutter and didn't understand why she asked for sex instead of money, yet she was the one crying when he saw her naked earlier in a towel. It was absurd but he had enjoyed it and realized how he needed such a distraction in his life too. He soon slept.
He woke up at 9 am alone in the bed. There was no trace of Ariella. She had left three almost three hours earlier and found her way to her house where she quickly prepared for work. Additionally, she was an early riser. He woke up rested and full of energy. He was happy to have a therapist in a different hospital than where he worked. Life was slowly looking up to him and it was a sign of a new beautiful life. No mistakes he told himself.
He walked to his kitchen and was shocked to find a sticky note stuck to his counter. It was her number, and she had signed her name on it. He pocketed it and walked back to his room to pick up a hoodie. He wondered why a therapist who worked in a hospital a bus away from where she was dropped was doing getting herself drunk. On his way out, he grabbed an apple from his mini-fridge and locked his door behind him.
He jogged to the bus stop and called her immediately he arrived at Charles Perrens Hospital.
"Where is your office located?" he immediately asked smugly.
"Tu est tres paresse. Find your way,"she said giggling.
"Tu ne me dis pas? Pourquoi? I am a special patient." he replied.
"You think that? point of correction. You 're a poor patient." she replied and that did cut deep.
He hang up and walked to the reception.
"Which way to the therapist?" he asked.
The petit French blonde explained to him the directions. Thankfully he walked towards it but halfway he saw a girl running after a big dog and they both came crushing at him and all three tangled to the floor. In the struggle of the dog to escape it scratched his face multiple times and fled. The girl was sitting on him and was dumbfounded to see his face.
"Desolee. Je suis tres desolee. Il est mon chien mais parfois il est tres bete. Allons-y au docteur maintenant. "sorry. I am very sorry. that's my dog but at times it's very stupid. Let's go to the doctor now. she said helping him to stand up and diverted him from where he was going. She pulled him in another direction and strongly held on to his arm.
The doctor saw him and gasped. The girl quickly explained things and he was injected a vaccine. His face was also disinfected and bandaged. The doctor recommended he stays in the hospital, and he felt bad for missing his first therapy session with the sexy doctor. He didn't call Ariella to explain his reason. She had hurt his ego and for the three days in the same hospital he didn't call her.
However, his stay was different from what he expected. The girl, who he later came to know was called Darling, visited him daily with fruits and a yoghurt. She was a yapping bird and never kept quiet. It was better to listen than to have to talk. Slowly he got fond of her and on the day, he was discharged, she arrived early to drive him back to his house. He didn't want to let her know his humble abode, but her stubbornness was on another level.
For the coming days she visited daily claiming if she didn't ensure he was up and about, her guilt would kill her. Ironical to her words, Rafael had been discharged with healed wounds and his handsome face was slowly smoothening. A week had passed, and she was still visiting during the day and she never asked about his carrier which was a relief. Soon, Rafael waited every morning for her. He also started to make breakfast for two as his fridge had lately started to be full. Thanks to Darling.
She was a good woman to him, and she helped him all round and he did the same to her except financially. It was his weak spot and soon she understood that. She understood everything about him. One day, he snatched her phone as she was scrolling and saw his pictures when sleeping, crazy dancing, walking, stretching and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw an album named Bestie and he was glad to have someone behind his back. Truly a new life had begun officially.