I Married My Grumpy Patient!

A sob escaped my lips once I entered a cab. I couldn't believe I had done it. For several years I dreaded the moment I would take over from my mother and manage the finances of our family. I wanted a simple life; That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Yet in my family, it had always been different. Mother was obsessed with dictating our futures and playing chess with the outcomes. Everything went downhill after my father died. She changed completely and she became a control freak. Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time and fix whatever broke in her the day he died. The car pulled to a halt and I gasped at the movement. "We're here ma'am" The driver's thick voice pulled me back to reality. I swallowed. The last time I had been here; It ended in a huge argument. Belene would not be pleased to see me. But she would be pleased to know my decision. I paid for the cab and got out of the car. I took in a deep breath and stared at the apartment in front of me for a few moments. Well, h

"No. no. no." I mumbled under my breath and crouched down beside him. I reached out to help but he slapped my hand away and glared at me. I almost recoiled but instead sucked in a deep breath and reached out again. This time, I matched his gaze. Icy blue eyes glared daggers into my soul but I could see the fear hovering like a cloud in them. "I need you to put your head between your legs, can you do that?" I asked with a straight face. "Stay away." He growled. "I-I don't like you either," I blurted out. "But I am a trained psychologist, I am trained for situations like this, so please—" "So, you are a shrink?" The man spat and I blinked in exasperation. "I knew you were bad news." He added and continue struggling to breathe. "When are these doors going to open? How can an entire team be so incompetent?!" His thick arrogant tone almost made me flinch and I backed away a bit. Sharp breaths escaped his lips and he rocked back and forth. His fringe was drenched and beads of sweat

The Moore mansion was Grande. Every single inch was particular and made to perfect taste. From the chandeliers to the furniture and the Elegant paintings that sat on the gold-plated walls. When I was younger; My father had always spoken about how he wanted to work with Moores one day. He was as fascinated with them as I was. The only difference was that I was in it for my career. He was in it for business. “You look perfect,” Christine commented when we locked eyes.I kept my lips pursed in a straight line. I had practically been whisked out of work for this circus, so I hoped it would be worth it. There were maids everywhere, running around like ants; attending to various things that didn’t even need attention: until now, I thought my mother had OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) because of how she handled everything, but these people took things to a whole different level. “Louisa!” A woman practically cried. I raised an eyebrow in the direction of the voice. She looked a lot

We pulled away gradually. I could taste mint in my mouth and our breaths caressed each other’s skin. For a moment there, he wasn’t the arrogant, self-centered, and emotionally absorbed man that I had interacted with for the past few hours. He seemed like a genuine man who was deeply in love, with Louisa. Before I could pursue my train of thought, a voice pulled us out of our mini trance. “I am sorry,” The voice was soft and timid. My eyes traced the direction of the voice and I was met with a blonde lady. Her hair was tied in a bun and her head hung low. “The Madame is waiting for you, Miss Louisa. She has something to tell you.” The woman informed us courtly and was out the door before we could respond. I stood up and ran my hands through my hair. My back still ached from the hits I had inflicted but Moore seemed unfazed. It was obvious this wasn’t his first time taking a belt to himself and I was dangerously curious to find out why he had done it. “Why?” Moore sat up and aske

The garden was a sight to behold. It was large and filled with unique flowers. The scent was calming and I felt my nerves relax from the conversation with Christine. It seemed like she genuinely wanted to help her brother and I felt obligated to do so because I knew what it was like to be in her place. I shifted my weight from one foot to another while we waited in the garden. We had been whisked here by Moore because apparently; his mother finally wanted to say what she had been holding back. Daisies were displayed all over the garden and Christine seemed too calm for comfort. “Don’t worry.” The blonde haired girl eased. “Mother only adds more daises to the garden when she is about to share good news,” at the same moment, Their mother, whose name I had learned from Christine was Amelia walked in. She had her long blonde hair tied in a French twist and a glowing smile spread across her oval face. Behind her was the man I had met earlier; he had a smirk on his face while he h