12. Traumatizing The Psychotherapist(2)

Sofia's POV

I was having the nightmare again. The one where I walk into the kitchen of my family's bungalow only to find Papá's body in a pool and then I wake up with a loud scream.

This time it was different. There was no Papá's body nor the crimson liquid that flows to stain my white sneakers.

This time, there he stood in a custom Armani suit, glaring widely at me with his emerald green eyes and no emotion on his perfectly chiseled face.

Not father. It was Mr. Pompous.

He had taken control of my nightmares lately and for a moment, I wasn't haunted.

I wasn't sure if he was my guardian angel sent to fix my broken life but somehow I feel drawn to him.

It was becoming almost impossible to put the blame on my loneliness. There was more than it.

Calmly, I perceived his masculine smell, and a sly smile formed on my face as he approached me.

My heart raced the moment he placed his palm on my face and stared at me like I was all he had in the world but I broke out of my blissful dream the mo