The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: In Session

"Family weekend was a disaster." I sipped my coffee. "Most of the time I spent it fearing for my life like a gun to the head, metaphor of course... and there were the moments."

I bit my bottom lip, recalling how Ares fucked me under the shower. A shiver shot up my spine, but I quickly shook my head and cleared my throat.

"And I spent most of it drunk, too. I think the drunk part was really needed. It was helpful to process things even though it didn’t completely help."

My mind flashed to Athena’s story that still wrecked me.

I set my coffee on the table before leaning back on the sofa, my legs crossed. "It was an eventful weekend, in short."

Dr. Miller gaped at me, glasses hanging low on his nose, before he blinked and spoke. "Mrs. King, when you told me you were gonna start a session with me, I was hoping we’d talk about the accident."

"I’m gonna be honest with you, I hate shrinks," I blurted. "I had no intention of walking through that door ever again."

"That’s completely understandable. Can you tell me what made you feel that way?"

"I was very young when I started and my shrink..." I scoffed. "She was an ass who treated a little girl like she had a problem that needed fixing. I was broken, according to her."

"I’m sorry about that," he said sincerely.

"Yeah... so don’t blame me."

"I won’t. What made you change your mind? About shrinks?"

"I haven’t, I still don’t like this..."

"Alright then. I get that. The ease isn’t there anymore; there’s no comfort from this. But you should know one experience can’t mean the same for all."

I sighed heavily. "Actually, I came to offload. I can’t do that with my best friend because I keep dropping my headaches on her, and she has her own life. I chose this for myself, and I’m meant to deal with it, but I’m a total mess."

"So you decided to drop your headaches on me."

"Exactly!" I breathed. "I’m starting to like you." I grabbed my coffee and sipped.

He chuckled and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "I’ll try my best to handle your headaches, Mrs. King."

"You’d better."

"But I’d need you to be honest and transparent. Can we work with that? We’ll go at your pace, of course."

"I’ll try."

"That’d be great!" He pressed the end of his pen, which was probably worth a fortune. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

He waited for me... patiently.

"Just a little," I replied.

"Are there nightmares?"

Horny dreams.

"Yeah."

"About...?"

"I’m Mrs. King, the nightmares come in a load of frames."

"You’re projecting your status, which means you’re under a lot of stress from it."

"That’s about right. I just told you the chaos I had at family dinner, so yeah, stress doesn’t even begin to describe it."

"I understand. Being a wife to an important figure in the city has its perks, but you’re not alone. You have your husband and your best friend, as you mentioned."

"It’s not getting easier and now..."

I don’t even wanna think about it that way, because then I won’t get the answers I need.

Those were Tori’s words, too. Now he says it, I guess spacing out randomly is definitely a big no-no.

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