All Chapters of The Therapist's Secret Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My name is Sophia Bennett, and I work as a rehabilitation therapist at a physiotherapy hospital, mainly helping patients with limb issues regain strength and mobility. The city I live in has seen rapid economic growth, and families who can afford high-end rehab centers are usually wealthy, which makes my salary quite substantial.It was Sunday afternoon. The sun hung high in the sky, and the heat was stifling. I planned to spend a romantic—and wildly passionate—weekend with my husband, so I requested the day off.I had been married to Jason Mercer for three years. He began pursuing me back in our school days, and shortly after graduating from university, we moved in together and married. During university, our love burned like wildfire. There were times when passion overtook reason, and we would steal away to empty classrooms, avoiding cameras, where he would wrap me in his arms, his fingers tracing the hem of my uniform, his hot breath pressing against my neck, pinning me against

The next day, I saw Mr. Hayes again. He introduced himself properly this time—his name was Alexander Hayes.His son, Noah Hayes, was in good spirits today. I knelt on the mat and continued his stretching exercises. As I leaned forward, the lapels of my white coat fell open. The sweat-soaked sports vest beneath clung to my chest like a second skin, the fabric so thin you could make out the contours of my areolas."Relax. That's it. Easy does it..."I was focused on adjusting the child's position when I looked up and met Alexander's eyes.He sat on the mat nearby, a book in his hands that hadn't seen a page turn in far too long. His gaze had settled on my open collar. Motionless. When our eyes met, he didn't look away. His Adam's apple moved. The knuckles holding his book's spine went white.Heat crept up my cheeks. I tugged at my lapel. "Mr. Hayes. Is that book any good?"There was a pause, then he flashed a smile. "Not really." His eyes still hadn't moved.When the session e

The next afternoon, after finishing work, I was in the changing room, swapping clothes, when Vanessa arrived. I struck up a conversation."How's your mother?" I asked.She was taking off her outerwear, replying casually, "Same as always… I have to check on her constantly, and then trouble you to cover my shift again."As she spoke, she removed her pants, revealing a black thong underneath.My heart stopped. The pattern, the cut, the color—it was the exact same one I had seen in the drawer at home. Black with red embroidery, the front incredibly narrow, and perfectly groomed. Vanessa's front was completely smooth, polished and flawless.I froze, then forced myself to regain composure. Maybe she had simply bought a similar one, or perhaps this style was just trendy.Hurriedly, I finished dressing and headed straight home.When I arrived, Jason wasn't back yet. I rifled through the wardrobe, but the thong was nowhere to be found. Anger surged, hot and dizzying—but so did fear. Had

Fragments of reason stopped Alexander's urges from taking things to the next level outside.Back at his home, I showered and changed into the clothes he'd laid out for me. When I emerged from the bathroom, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. The room was dark, curtains half-drawn, a sliver of moonlight slicing through.He laid me on the bed and hovered above me, his gaze traveling from my forehead to my eyes, nose, lips, then down across my collarbone, breasts, stomach, legs, and feet—finally returning to rest just below my navel, where the deep blue silk awaited.A thong. It barely concealed the dark thicket beneath. The single strip of fabric disappeared into the plush folds, thin strings tied in bows at my hip bones.He reached out, hooking a finger through the front string, tugging gently, then releasing. The fabric dragged against that damp, sensitive crevice, making me tremble."Alex...""Mm." He pushed the string aside and lowered his head.His tongue explored

Word came later: after Jason was reported for embezzlement, Vanessa left him too. With Alexander's quiet involvement, she found herself unwelcome at the therapy center and had no choice but to resign. Jason, facing charges for both embezzlement and attempted rape, was sentenced to prison—he wouldn't see the outside for years.After the trial, Alexander and I drove home together. The moment he parked in the garage and I stepped out of the car, his body was against mine. His breath warmed my neck, his lips burning against my ear as his hand slid beneath my waistband, palm pressing flat against my stomach."Always from behind?" I murmured.I turned, looping my arms around his neck. He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back pressing into the car door. His mouth found mine, tongue plunging deep—twisting, tangling, swallowing. The wet sounds of our kiss echoed in the darkness. His hand tightened on my ass, thumb pressing through denim into the cleft where moisture was alr