Alle Kapitel von The Devil In Therapy: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

AIDEN I was supposed to be working. That had been the plan when I walked into my office three hours ago. The plan had involved answering emails, reviewing security reports, and pretending I cared about half the people trying to get my attention. Instead, I was staring at my laptop screen without seeing any of it. Because Elian Moore was becoming a problem. A very serious problem. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my face. Across the room, multiple monitors displayed streams of information. Messages. Financial records. Schedules. Things that normally held my attention effortlessly. Today they might as well have been written in another language. My phone sat beside me. Silent. For once. Which was exactly why it kept drawing my attention. Pathetic. I knew exactly what he was doing right now. His first appointment would have started twenty minutes ago. He would be sitting behind that neat desk of his. Glasses balanced perfectly on

EILAN The latch clicked shut as Mrs. Donnelly left, but before I could even let out the breath I’d been holding, the door swung open again. Like what in the name of the heavens was going on with these early appointments.. It was Marcus, my eleven-thirty walk-in. "Dr. Moore? Sorry to barge in, but the receptionist said you had a quick opening before lunch." "Mar.. Marcus," I choked out, my voice tighter than I intended. I forced a rigid, professional smile onto my face, every muscle in my body locking up. "Yes.. Yes, of course. Come in. Take a seat." As Marcus walked across the room and settled into the armchair, a sudden, warm sensation brushed against my ankle. Underneath the desk, completely hidden from view, Aiden was moving again. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on Marcus, but my heart skipped a beat when I felt Aiden’s large hands find the buckle of my belt. The metal gave a tiny, almost loud clink as he undone it, pulling the leather strap cleanly through the loop

ELIAN The worst thing about Aiden was not the blackmail funny enough, it was not the stalking as well, it was not even the way he seemed capable of appearing anywhere he pleased without warning. The worst thing about Aiden was that he could say something completely ridiculous and somehow leave me thinking about it for the rest of the day. “Why not return the favor?” The words lingered in the office long after he said them. I stared at him across the small space between us, trying very hard to remember all the reasons why this situation was insane. There were many.. An entire list, actually. Aiden watched me with infuriating patience and that smug smile of his never left his face. “What are you thinking?” he asked. “That you’re impossible.” His smile widened. “Only that?” “Among other things.” “Such as?” I adjusted my glasses unnecessarily… Anything to avoid answering that question, anything to avoid admitting that my pulse had not returned to normal since he locked the doo

AIDENI sat in my car outside the hospital for longer than necessary, engine off, hands resting loosely on the steering wheel while I replayed the exact moment the door clicked shut behind me in his office.Not the interruption, not the nurse, not even the way he tried to sound composed while his pulse betrayed him completely.I was thinking about the second before that.. When he didn’t stop me, when his breath changed, when his eyes stopped arguing and started… reacting.That was the moment I kept.My phone lit up again in my hand.. Elian.I didn’t need him to reply fast, I just needed him to reply that was all and he did.Of course he did.. That was the thing about him he always resisted in the language he already understood.Which was rules, structure and control.He thought those things protected him but I had already learned something far more interesting. He bends first in the places he refuses to admit exist.I read his message again.”Keep yourself busy, I’m working” I exhaled

ELIAN“What the hell” I muttered to myself as he finally left my office cause what the actual hell..The problem with Aiden Knight was that he never left a room when he walked out of it.His body did.. His presence didn’t.The office door had closed behind him nearly twenty minutes ago and yet I could still feel him everywhere.In the chair across from mine.. In the silence.. In the uncomfortable heat that was casually sitting beneath my skin.Most annoyingly, in my head.Like what did I ever do to deserve any of this..I stared at the patient file open on my desk and realized I had read the same sentence four times without absorbing a single word and with a frustrated sigh, I removed my glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose.This was ridiculous.. I muttered in my head for the umpteenth time since he left as the memory of the session replayed itself before I could stop it.The way he had sat across from me, the way he had stubbornly answered questions with questions., the way he ha