All Chapters of Her Therapist:A forbidden romance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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

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 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