Novels by Endi Writes

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 told myself I wouldn’t shake this time.I told myself I would walk in, sit down, breathe like a normal person, answer his questions, and leave with my head high. No blushing. No stammering. No thinking about last session’s almost-kiss.Then he said my name.“Alessia.”Just that. Just my name in his deep voice - and my heartbeat skidded like it hit black ice.I stood from the waiting room chair and followed him into his office. Same shelves. Same faint scent of leather and something darker. Same chair across from his desk.“Sit,” he said softly.I sat. My knees pressed together. My hands twisted in my lap.His eyes traveled over me, calm but not kind. It felt like he could read me again - my blush, my racing pulse, my stubborn pride pretending I was fine.“You’re tense,” he said.“I’m okay.”“You’re not.”I glared at the floor. “Maybe I’m allowed to be nervous around a man who nearly-” I stopped, biting my tongue.His mouth curved. The small silver ring a

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 almost didn’t go back.After what happened last night - after moaning his name into my pillow, after crying out for him while my fingers worked between my thighs - I swore I couldn’t face him again.But I was there anyway. Sitting in the waiting room, my heart racing, my palms clammy. My body buzzed with nerves, shame, and something darker.The door opened, and his voice cut through me like smoke.“Alessia Cruz.”I looked up.There he was. Dr. Zayn Steele. Tall, broad, tattoos curling up his forearms under his rolled sleeves. His lip piercing caught the light as he gave me that unreadable look.My stomach twisted.“Come in.”I followed him into his office, every step heavier than the last.He gestured to the same chair across from his desk. “Sit.”I sat. My legs crossed too tight, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.His sharp eyes tracked every movement. “You look nervous.”“I am,” I admitted softly.“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, arms fold

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 couldn’t stop shaking after I left his office.The way he’d looked at me, the way his voice had wrapped around my name like silk and fire - it stayed with me long after the session ended.Touch yourself. Imagine I’m there. Imagine me guiding you.His words clung to my skin like they had been etched there.By the time I got home, I was restless. I paced the living room, poured myself a glass of water I didn’t drink, turned on the TV I didn’t watch. My body was too aware of itself, every inch tingling.I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I told myself it was wrong, humiliating. He was my therapist, not my lover.But when midnight came, I found myself crawling into bed, my heart pounding, my breath already uneven.The sheets felt too warm against my skin.I lay there, staring at the ceiling, whispering to myself. “I can’t. I can’t.”But I could. And I wanted to.I slid my hand down my stomach, nervous, clumsy.At first, it was nothing. Just my palm pressing ligh

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 sat in the waiting room with my legs crossed so tight they ached. My hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting in my lap. The walls around me were white, calm, professional, but my heart was racing like I was waiting to be called into hell.I almost stood up to leave when the door opened.“Alessia Cruz?”My head jerked up.And there he was.Dr. Zayn Steele.The picture online had not done him justice. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with tattoos peeking out from under the cuffs of his rolled-up shirt. His hair was messy in that deliberate way that screamed trouble, and his lips - oh goodness - his lips were full, with a silver piercing glinting on the lower one.I forgot how to breathe for a second.“That’s me,” I croaked.He gave me a small smile, but his eyes… his eyes were sharp. Piercing. Like they saw everything. “Come in.”I followed him into his office, every step making my pulse quicken. His office was warm but not cozy. Sleek furniture, shelves lined with

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 stared at him, not sure I heard him right.“What did you just say?” My voice shook even though I tried to hold it steady.Daniel leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest like he was tired of me already. We were in his apartment, the same place I had spent most of my nights for the last year. The TV was muted behind him, and the soft glow of the lamp made his face look sharper, colder.“You heard me, Alessia.” He let out a sigh. “You’re beautiful, no doubt about it. You’ve got the body every guy would kill for. But in bed?” He tilted his head, lips curling. “You’re boring.”The word hit me like a slap. My stomach twisted, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.“Boring?” I whispered.He shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he hadn’t just ripped open a part of me I didn’t even know was fragile. “You don’t… you know… spice things up. You just lie there. I need someone who can keep up with me. Someone who knows how to please a man without me