My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453

The therapist waited.

“She has green eyes. Statistically uncommon. Depending on the population you’re looking at, somewhere around two percent of the world.”

His pen moved.

“Her hair is brown but appears almost black in low lighting conditions. It’s annoying because photographs never capture the correct color.”

The pen stopped briefly.

I continued, “Her nose is straight. Proportionate. The tip turns upward slightly.”

The therapist was looking at me strangely now.

“Her lips are usually pale. I’ve considered the possibility of iron deficiency more than once.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

I frowned, “She doesn’t take proper care of herself. Her diet is objectively terrible. Processed sugar, excessive caffeine, very little nutritional value. And yet her health indicators remain relatively normal.”

The therapist nodded slowly.

I rubbed my jaw, “She was a ballerina. Her posture is still there. The balance too. Most people don’t notice it.”

“Incredible…”

I frowned slightly, “What?”

The therapist set his pen down, “You said she was irrelevant.”

I immediately nodded, “She is.”

“Raphael, you just spent three minutes describing her in extraordinary detail.”

I stared at him, “That’s because you asked.”

“Do you normally memorize people’s dietary habits, posture, facial proportions and probable nutritional deficiencies?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. For some reason, his words irritated me, “I mean, it’s more than that. She is someone really close to me. We work together and we had an arrangement.”

The therapist looked up, “What kind of arrangement?”

I immediately regretted answering unfortunately it was too late, “The adult kind.”

The therapist waited.

I waited.

Then I eventually sighed, “Benefits.”

The therapist nodded, “And?”

“And what?”

“You seem intelligent enough to understand that wasn’t the whole answer.”

I hated therapists.

“We’re technically stepsiblings.”

The pen stopped moving. For the first time all session, the therapist looked surprised,

I gave my head a shake, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Judge.”

“I’m not judging.”

“You are.”

“I’m really not.’

“You paused.”

“Most people would pause.”

I glared at him but the man had no survival instincts.

Finally he cleared his throat, “How long?”

“A few months.”

“And it ended recently?”

“Yes.”

“Who ended it?”

“She did.”

“And why did she end it?”

“I don’t know.”

The therapist blinked, “You don’t know?”

“No.”

“Did she give you a reason?”

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