ANMELDEN“This is wrong. You’re supposed to help me fix my marriage” “And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it” “You're too close… I can’t think straight when you’re this close” “Then stop thinking. Just feel.” He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. “Tell me to stop Lillian—and I will. But if you don’t, I’m going to kiss and claim your body like I’ve imagined a thousand times on that chair” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she’s desperate—not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage—it exposes desires she’s locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He’s her counselor. She’s his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?
Mehr anzeigenLILLIAN Stepping out of Ronan’s office, I immediately sank into one of the waiting chairs, pressing my trembling palms against my thighs. My chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, as if I had just run a marathon instead of nearly letting my counselor devour me on his desk. Trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart before Joe came in. The click of a keyboard pulled my attention, and my eyes met with that of Ronan’s assistant. She was staring. Not just the casual glance of someone curious about a client—no, her eyes were sharper, probing, like she knew exactly what I had been doing behind that closed door. Does she know? Does she see the way my fingers are trembling, or the way I look out of place? Maybe she’s used to this, married women running out of Ronan Carter’s office, clutching their shame like I’m doing right now. I quickly dropped my gaze to my hands, which wouldn’t stop fidgeting in my lap. The elevator dinged, and before I could gather myself, Joe stepped out
LILLIAN ~THURSDAY~ I looked at the time, 1:30 am, almost twelve. I’d been sitting in my office for the past three hours, fighting with the part of me that wants to go to Ronan’s office. And after all those hours, that part of me won. The guilt should’ve weighed heavier than it did. Instead, I shoved everything work-related aside, packed my things together, and walked out of my office before that reasonable part of me could catch up. On my way out, I spotted Whitney talking with one of our interns, her posture sharp as always as she listened to him. “Hey, Whitney.” My voice was too tight. “Can I talk to you for a second?” “Sure, ma’am. What is it?” “I want you to cancel every appointment I have for the day.” Her eyes widened. “But, ma’am, we have Rushka Gonzala coming in for a fitting.” She scrolled quickly through the office iPad. “You want me to cancel her, too?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. My chest was burning, but my face stayed cool. “Tell he
LILLIAN I stepped outside, reading the note for the third time while I waited for Joe to bring the car around. YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL IN THIS DRESS. The words made my stomach churn. My thumb brushed over the neat, bold handwriting like I could erase the heat it left on my skin. “Who’s that from?” I startled, jerking my head up to meet Joe’s curious eyes. Wait. Did he just ask me that? Which means the bouquet was not from him. “It came from the restaurant,” I lied smoothly, the words rolling off my tongue like they’d been waiting there. “The receptionist said it’s a compliment from them.” Joe narrowed his eyes, suspicion flashing for a second before he forced a smile. “It looks lovely. Are you ready?” “Uhm… yeah, I am.” My gaze flicked around the street, pretending to check if I forgot something, when really I just needed a second to steady the frantic beat of my pulse. He guided me through the small of my back, his touch firm but impersonal, and I slid int
LILLIAN Oh my God. What’s he doing here? I can’t seem to get a break anymore. It's like he’s hunting me, showing up to places I shouldn’t see him. It’s becoming scary… and intoxicating. It took everything in me not to close my eyes and breathe him in. That musky scent of his wrapped around me like a cloud I didn’t want to escape from as he reached our table. My pulse quickened, traitorously, even as I tried to keep my face neutral. “Dr. Carter. What a surprise to see you here.” Joe’s voice was too smooth, too cheerful. “Likewise.” Ronan’s reply was clipped, his gaze locked on me while I tried to look anywhere but into those eyes. “Your lovely wife here mentioned you were out of town.” “Yeah, I was.” Joe’s hand slid over mine on the table, possessive, heavy. “Came back not long ago. Lillian thought dinner would be good.” I swallowed hard. Why is he lying? Why would he lie about something so small? Ronan finally dragged his gaze away from my burning face and foc
LILLIAN “Hello, father.” He lifted his eyes from his phone, his glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose like they’d been there for decades. His face was carved into that same stern expression he always wears when I’m around, like I’m already a disappointment and I haven’t opened my mouth y
LILLIAN “Come with me.” His voice was low, commanding, like it had already decided what my next fate would be. I froze in my spot. My eye darted to Vivian, begging her silently for backup, but she suddenly seemed like a stranger—arms folded, lips tight, gaze avoiding mine. “Vivian…”
RONAN The past two weeks of work felt empty, felt like something in me was either missing or broken. Work was always bound to be stimulating—but it was too stimulating. Couples stormed in and out of my office like it was a revolving door of chaos. Some blamed me for their marriages collapsin
LILLIAN I can’t believe I have to sit through another session with two men who both manage to get on my nerves. Vivian kept asking me what Ronan said the other night, but I kept brushing her off, telling her it was nothing. She didn’t believe me; I could see it written all over her face, but


















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