All Chapters of The Devil In Therapy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELIAN“I just need a break.. an actual break” Those were the words I whispered to myself as I walked down to the café.The café was quieter than usual or maybe I was the one paying more attention to the silence.A soft jazz track drifted from hidden speakers while people sat scattered throughout the room, lost in laptops, books, and conversations quiet enough not to disturb anyone else.Normally I liked places like this because they had a way of helping me think and today thinking was the problem.I sat near the window with a cup of coffee beside me and a novel I had not managed to read past page one.My eyes kept returning to the same paragraph again and again and again.I wasn’t reading, I was remembering..Aiden.My stomach tightened immediately. It was becoming ridiculous how often that happened.The memory of waking up beside him earlier this morning refused to leave me alone.The warmth of the bed, his stupid grin, the way he laughed when I nearly had a heart attack over thinkin

EMILEThe first glass of whiskey as I got home tasted like absolutely nothing, the second wasn’t much better, by the third, I had accepted that alcohol was not going to solve today’s problems.Unfortunately, this evening’s problems had a name.Actually, two names.Aiden and Elian Moore.The fireplace crackled softly across the room while evening settled over my estate. Outside, the grounds were quiet. Inside, the silence lasted exactly twelve seconds before the front doors slammed hard enough to shake the walls.I closed my eyes and muttered.. “Right on schedule.”Heavy, fast, aggressive and unrestrained footsteps echoed through the hallway.Aiden appeared moments later.His chest was rising slightly from anger rather than exertion. His hair looked like he’d been dragging his hands through it repeatedly and his eyes held that dangerous brightness they always carried whenever something pushed him too far.Without greeting me, he threw a thick folder across the table. The file slid di

AIDENThe rain followed me across the city but it was not the dramatic kind that flooded streets and trapped people indoors.This was the kind that blurred headlights and painted the windshield in silver watery streaks.I drove without music.. Without a destination programmed into the navigation.. Without needing either.There was only one place I wanted to be.. One place I always ended up eventually.Eilan..The closer I got to his apartment, the calmer I felt.It was ridiculous.. I knew it was ridiculous.Unfortunately, knowing something was ridiculous had never stopped me before.The city lights reflected across the wet pavement as I turned onto his street.Then I slowed. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.The black grey pickup truck was gone.I stared at the empty curb for several seconds.There were no headlights, no suspicious vehicles. Nothing..The absence should have reassured me instead, it made me more suspicious.People who knew they were about to be caught us

EMILEI wanted to sleep but I just couldn’t..The area surrounding my estate looked different at night perhaps it was because darkness hid things like cracks, stains, the ugly truths people spent their entire lives trying to bury beneath expensive clothes and polished smiles.Or perhaps it was because New York had always reminded me of the family I was born into.Beautiful from a distance.. Dangerous up close.I stood beside the windows of my study and watched headlights move nearby.The glass reflected my expression back at me.. Calm, controlled and unimpressed well at least on the surface.The truth was far less pleasant.. Aiden was spiraling again and whenever Aiden spiraled, somebody usually ended up regretting it.Sometimes permanently.I lifted my whiskey and took a slow sip while my attention remained fixed on the file spread across my desk.Photographs.. Reports.. Background checks.. Names.. Dates.Every piece of information my people had managed to gather within a few hours a

ELIAN“No.” I calmly replied as I stared at him.Aiden did not even blink.I still stood in the middle of my kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand while he leaned casually against the counter looking entirely too pleased with himself.The expression alone made me suspicious.“No?” he repeated.“No.”“That’s your final answer?”“Yes.”Aiden nodded thoughtfully for a couple of seconds then he pointed toward the hallway.“Go get dressed.”I stared at him. “Aiden, were you listening to anything I just said?”“Perfectly.”“And?”“And you’re getting dressed so I can take you out to calm your doctor-y mind.”A sigh escaped me. “You are genuinely impossible.”“I hear that a lot.”“Yea.. I wonder why.”His grin widened and I should have known something was wrong the moment he started smiling like that.It was the smile he wore whenever he had already decided how a conversation would end and unfortunately for me, he was usually correct.I took another sip of coffee and narrowed my eyes. “Where e