Falling In Love With Therapist Novels & Stories

He spent the first ten minutes of his session updating his therapist on their evening with Vic Randolph and his trophy wife and the end result. "Linda, I finally made love to Eden! and it was fucking phenomenal!" He announced as he stood up and did a victory pose. "I feel so fucking alive!" His therapist was scribbling furiously in her notepad now, barely looking up at him, and Liam wanted to jump up and snatch the book from her and chuck it out of the window. He tried to get her attention by clapping his hands, annoyed as fuck at her lack of enthusiasm. "This is not the reaction I was hoping for!"

The sessions continued for months. Every week I looked forward to seeing him. He listened without judging. He made me feel seen. Slowly, I started noticing little things the way his eyes lingered on me when I talked about my feelings, the small smiles he gave when I made progress, the deep sound of his voice when he said my name. I was developing a crush. I knew it was wrong. He was my therapist. But I couldn’t stop it. Every session made it stronger. One afternoon, I arrived early for my appointment. The receptionist was on break. I walked up to his office and knocked softly. No answer. I turned the handle and pushed the door open quietly.

The toy . . I sat in the therapist's office three days after returning from Paris, not just because of the doctor's advice but to seek a cure for this madness called love. The soft powder-blue walls created a comforting atmosphere. I thought I would be uncomfortable, but here I was, rambling about how Damon was torturing me. "What keeps you connected to this particular person despite being in another relationship?" Amelia asked with a soothing voice that matched her features—black hair, brown eyes, calm face.

That shit was a No from me, but my feelings changed the moment I caught that asshole therapist making a beeline for the back, his hurried like a damn hurricane on a mission. I pushed through the few people still partying, giving nods to a few familiar faces, ignoring the fake-ass smiles and sugar-coated greetings. My eyes zeroed in on Raine, sitting right in the middle of that circle. Tyler grinned like an idiot next to her while Chloe whispered in her ear. My eyes returned to that fucked up therapist, slithering closer to Raine. Hell. No. I walked up just as he was settling in. I didn’t even think before I spoke. Words were already flying out of my mouth before I could stop them.

he took a step closer, his hand brushing up against hers, causing Ava to shiver. “And I will be there. As your therapist. Not your mistress.” Ava said firmly. “You will not be my mistress. You will just be with me. Someone to me. But someone more than a therapist. Someone that I can love and appreciate and someone to love and appreciate me too.” Ava sighed. “I know this is hard and I know you feel like you are by yourself right now. You feel weak, and you have not gotten what you craved for so long because of Klaire. But that is not something I can help with. I am sorry that we had sex. I’m sorry that I gave you hope and something to expect, but we cannot go any further than this.”

How did he fell for a nuisance like Patricia. "Don't you get it? You are the bitch that I have fallen for. I love you! You bitchy, lousy lady. And you are going no where. If you insist on leaving, then return my heart or carry me with you!" Everywhere tranquil. Comprehension set him. Patricia's eyes softened. Was she the bitch he fell in love with? Doubt settled in her eyes. "Did I hear you correctly? You are in love with me?" "Oh fuck! Bitch! You aren't deaf right? It seems possible, considering you are a huge package to handle."

“Adrien, I don’t like talking to strangers about my feelings. It’s weird." I bit my lip and swallowed hard. “I don’t want to be fixed. I am not broken.” Adrien exhaled and leaned closer. “I don’t want to fix you. I just want you to stop hurting when no one’s looking.” I closed my eyes. No one had said that to me before. Not like this. Not without pity. Not with love. “I wouldn’t even know what to say to a therapist,” I admitted after a long pause. Adrien reached up and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my cheek. “Then say that. Start there.”

He hesitated for a few seconds before grabbing my ass and deepening the kiss. Now I wanted to stop because this was no longer in my hands but his because I think he's been wanting me so badly but then he's been trying to put himself under control but hell I just give him a free pass. I tried breaking the kiss. "Wait, My therapist said I should avoid -" "Fuck it", he whispered breathlessly and claimed my lips again. Fuck Therapy, I want him so badly too.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this speech and it was going really bad anyways... I just want to— I have to make a confession. I want to confess that I'm a liar, I was a shitty person, a shitty friend to the one person who would always have my back no matter what. I betrayed your trust, your love, I betrayed you. And I'm so sorry. I cannot express enough how much I have missed you since the day you said you were done with me. I'm so sorry for all the things I did and I can't tell you how much I love you. I don't care anymore. But I want to tell you guys that I fell in love in this place, I fell in love a little when I watched this person walk in the hallways with that huge radiant smile, always smil

We dove into therapy, seeking guidance and support to navigate the complex emotions that surfaced. In the midst of our healing process, Nathaniel stood by my side, offering unwavering love and support. We shared our deepest fears, our vulnerabilities, and allowed ourselves to be truly seen by one another. It was in those moments of raw honesty that our bond grew stronger, solidifying the foundation of our love. As time passed, the wounds of the past slowly faded, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and purpose. We emerged from the darkness, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us.