"Click… click… click."
"Hello?" came Alex's voice, pulling Gabe back from the whirlpool of thoughts that had swallowed him whole.
"You're even crying already…" Alex added gently, though his words sent waves of shock and terror down Gabe's spine.
"Crying?!" Gabe blurted out loudly, his voice cracking as he quickly raised his hand to his face. To his horror, he felt the unmistakable wetness on his cheeks. He really was crying, crying for that motherfucker of a husband. Without wasting another second, he scrubbed the tears away with the back of his hand. "Sorry… I guess something got into my eyes," he muttered in embarrassment.
"Oh, yeah?" Alex replied, this time with a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He rose from his chair, crossed the room to the table, and plucked a tissue from the box. With deliberate care, he extended it toward Gabe.
Gabe accepted it without protest, his movements slow and heavy. He dabbed at his eyes, then blew his nose noisily. The sound made Alex flinch in irritation, but he quickly suppressed the feeling. He was already used to this side from his clients.
"So…" Alex exhaled with a weary sigh, raising a brow as he studied him closely. "Do you want to start talking now? Or would you rather wait for another time?"
"Another time. Definitely." Gabe's answer was immediate, though he wore a warm, almost forced smile as he said it. His heart, however, betrayed him, it still throbbed with a dull ache.
Even though I don't want this marriage with Sebastian anymore, Gabe thought bitterly, my heart still bleeds for the sweet memories we once shared before he turned into a monster.
His chest tightened as more thoughts swirled. But I can't just divorce him. If I do, I'll be poorer than even a beggar. I never created my own personal account, stupid of me, I know while Sebastian had his. I clung to that joint account like a fool. Everything in that house, every item, every luxury… all bought in his name. Even the gifts he gave me came with receipts that proved they belonged to him. If I really want to leave, I need to plan carefully. I need to start buying things under my name, piece by piece, while pretending to maintain a marriage that's already dead.
A spark of determination lit in his eyes. Yes… this marriage therapist might help. But not to win Sebastian back. No, never that. Instead, I'll use this to ruin him. To make him jealous not for reconciliation, but for revenge.
"Can I stay here tonight and leave tomorrow?" Gabe finally asked aloud, keeping his gaze locked firmly on Alex.
Alex froze, clearly shocked by the request. His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "And why would you?" he asked carefully. "You can tell me your address, and I'll drop you off."
Oh, we'll get there. But not yet, Gabe thought, masking his intentions behind a mild expression. I'll start by not coming home tonight. Even though Sebastian made it clear that he no longer loves me, he can't simply discard me. I am still his lawfully wedded husband, the one he parades to polish his reputation in society and secure his business deals. If people were to discover that we divorced only two years after our wedding....worse, that he abandoned me after my accident, an accident in which he should have been the one hurt, they'd brand him a monster. And Sebastian… Sebastian hates nothing more than a ruined reputation.
So yeah… I might start using this to blackmail him gradually, Gabe mused, a heavy sigh slipping past his lips. To be honest, I'm already my own therapist. But then again, there's nothing wrong with having a hot therapist too.
"Please… just let me stay here tonight," Gabe finally voiced aloud, his eyes softening into a pleading gaze. "You want to know what happened to me, right? I'm afraid if you let me go tonight, you may never get the chance to hear my story." His words lingered in the room as his eyes wandered across the office, searching ."Besides…" His lips curved faintly. "I see that you're also an author. Perhaps my story might inspire you."
Alex's throat tightened as he swallowed hard, his gaze unwilling to break from Gabe's.
He looks too broken… too shattered, Alex thought inwardly, a ripple of pity and something deeper tugging at him. I can't just send him away. Fine then....I'll let him stay for tonight. He nodded, giving his approval.
"Is there anything you'll need for tonight?" Alex asked, raising a brow as he leaned back slightly. "Food? A shower?"
Gabe shook his head quickly, lips twitching with mischief. "Nope. Because if I'm to shower… that means you'll be helping me in the bathroom. Bathing me."
Alex choked on his own spit, his eyes widening.
"You're not one of my servants, Mr. Alex, so I can't trouble you with that," Gabe added smoothly, feigning innocence, though the glimmer in his eyes said otherwise.
Alex scoffed, shaking his head before letting out a faint, reluctant chuckle. He nodded in response, but his composure didn't last long. Without much warning, he tugged his shirt over his head, baring his toned chest and shoulders.
The sight made Gabe's breath hitch. His throat worked as he swallowed hard.
"You haven't told me your name yet," Alex said casually as he moved, fingers working at the button of his trousers. "What's your name?"
But before Gabe could answer, Alex stepped out of his trousers in one fluid motion, his back turned. The muscles of his ass flexed as he bent slightly, and when he turned to face him....
Gabe's eyes widened in raw, unfiltered lust.
Oh, fuck… His mind screamed as his gaze dropped helplessly. This man is a walking dick lord.
The therapist's cock stood proudly erect, heavy and thick, easily eight inches, veined and flushed.
Gabe froze, his hand instinctively dropping to his lap, only to feel the betrayal of his own body. His cock was swelling, hardening, something that hadn't happened in so long.
Like seriously? he panicked internally. I haven't gotten hard in forever not since my accident. And now? Now I'm getting hard over this? Just because of a huge dick?!
Alex's face flushed red the moment he realized what he had done. "Oops....fuck this… I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, quickly turning away. He snatched up a towel and tied it around his waist in a rush, his voice stumbling over itself. "Sorry. I sleep in my office sometimes, so I'm used to walking around like this at night. I completely forgot you were here. Stupid of me. I'm sorry if I've offended you."
Offended me? Gabe nearly laughed. You didn't offend me, you just awakened the beast between my legs.
He clenched his thighs together, his palm pressing against his lap in a desperate attempt to conceal his growing erection. It would be humiliating if Alex saw him this way.
"It's fine," Gabe replied with a forced warm smile, though inside he felt a crushing disappointment that Alex had already hidden that magnificent cock behind a towel. Still, he was oddly grateful too because if he kept staring, he might just cum untouched.
Heaven knows how long I've wished to be fucked properly, to lose myself and release. But my useless husband, busy fucking his whore instead of me never even tried. He never once cared enough to make me feel wanted. And yet, here stands a complete stranger, a man who made me hard just by showing himself…
"My name is Gabe," he said finally, his smile softening into something more genuine. "Gabe Williams."