Keira’s POV I was going through the last of my assignments when I heard the doorbell ring. Brendon had arrived for our movie night.I did not think he would make it considering the sky’s downpour that made me want to drink something hot and snuggle in bed. But that was just Brendon; he would show up for anything that involved me. I closed my laptop and opened the front door to let him in.He was wet and dripping all over my carpet. "Could you not have used an umbrella, at least?" I ask. "Stay still. You are getting water all over the place." "I was already halfway here when the rain started," he said as I grabbed a mop, cleaning out maps of water on the floor. "Could not turn around. Your place was closer to mine, and Natasha is not in?""She is asleep and would not be joining us. Had a long day at school." "So it is just you and me, huh?"I saw a smile on his face, wondering what was so amusing. He moved to sit on a couch when he had dried entirely off and turned on the tv, flipp

Keira’s POVI did not have sessions with Clint for the next two days, and I used my free time to register for yoga as he had advised. This was a massive step for me, trying to curb my sexual appetite. Even Natasha was glad I had finally taken my therapy seriously. That morning, I changed into my yoga clothes while Natasha was still fast asleep. It was a weekend which meant there were no classes for the day. I would catch up with the tons of assignments waiting for me later, but for now, I had a mission. Natasha’s room door flew open the moment I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen table. She wore yoga clothes and struggled to wear her Converse shoes, limping on one leg. "Oh, thank God," she said. "I thought you already left without me." "Where are you going dressed like that?" "What do you think? I am coming with you to do yoga." The shoes managed to fit into her legs, and she walked over to where I stood. "Since when do you do yoga?" "Since your genius therapist suggested it.

CLINT'S POV "This session has come to an end," I told her. She perked up at that and clasped her palms on the table. Her cleavage pushed through her gown's plunging neckline. "Would that be all, doctor?" She asked. Where was the pensive Keira from a few moments ago? I wondered. I dragged my gaze away from her breasts and fixed them on the wall behind her. "Yes." She shifted in her seat, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Can I interest you in some extracurricular activity?" She winked at me and sucked seductively on her index finger. My throat instantly went dry, and I gulped. I had noticed the sexual tension throughout the session but decided not to give in. It was not in any way right, for a therapist and his patient. There was so much I could lose if we indulged in our sinful desires and they somehow got out. But damn, Keira was making this fucking difficult to resist. "Hmmm... Daddy?" She moaned and shut her eyes as she circled her tongue around the finger, licking up

CLINT’S POVIt was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts. Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client. I dialled her number and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira's phone went straight to her voicemail followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead. Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazing, even though in the end, she had acted out. But I thought she was making progress. But with this little act of display, I was starting to doubt myself and my abilities. Or was it because I sent her home? Had she felt embarra

KIERA’s POVI had been studying an academic book that afternoon when my phone vibrated. I usually kept my phone away whenever I had schoolwork to focus on. But today my focus became disoriented seeing Clint's name across my screen. He had just sent me a text. When I read what he sent, my mood went from good to bad in seconds. 'I am not sure I can be your therapist anymore.' It read. There was a sour taste in my mouth that was not there before and my head spun. He had to be kidding me. He had to be fucking kidding me. I shoved my laptop away and slipped on a jacket faster than lightning. What made him think he could text shit like that?I drove to Clint’s office with one goal in mind. It was not the best idea I had ever come up with, but it did not matter now. I needed to get to the end of this. It was four days early before our session but I sauntered into the building nonetheless. The receptionist at the front desk confusedly gave me a look, checking over the date on the calen