Enma's pov
The door to my office was locked while I cried my eyes to sleep. They really did mess me up, and they weren't even sorry about it. Was I seeing things?
No! I knew what I saw and I won't be gaslighted into their lies. I exhaled, trying to put myself together despite falling apart. Ethan and I had been dating for close to three years and I just found out that the person who I gave my life to was not who he claimed to be.
Fuck them but why did they do it? No, I don't want to know. They can fuck off. I hate them so much!
The door to my office was pushed open without a knock.
"Who is that? Don't you know how to…." I paused when I saw it was Damian. "Ohhh, it's you. What do you want?"
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" He went straight to the point. No pleasantries, no apology for barging into my office.
"Hmmmm…." I thought of some lie to come up with but I think he saw through me.
"So, you don't?" He concluded.
I sighed, leaning into my chair, "What do you want, Damian. I would be coming to your house for the 'sessions' so why are you here?"
He pulled out a chair opposite mine, "Yeah, that's an established fact. I am asking do you have anywhere to stay or are you going back there?"
I shook my head, "nah, Jessy made it pretty clear that she doesn't want me there."
"So am I right to conclude that you have nowhere to stay?"
I glared at him, scoffing because, yeah, he was right.
"What do you want?"
He leaned into his chair, "Since you are my personal therapist and I hate coming to you, I suggest you move in for the course of our session."
I was taken aback by what he said. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. What the hell was going on?
"Damian….I can't." I declined the offer.
"Hmmm, I see."
"Yes, I have to. It is not professional and….."
"And?"
I looked at him, his cold eyes waiting for me to finish the statement, "Nothing. If I may ask, why are you being nice to me?"
His brows went up, "That's even a mystery to me but I can say this I hate to see people who were hurt by being betrayed. I hate that shit."
Is he opening up to me? Should I do my job and dive deep into this or should I brush it aside? I looked into his eyes and I could see pain in them.
"Who hurt you…" My lips moved before I could stop myself.
He froze at the question. He threw his face to the side, I could see that the question alone was painful to him.
"I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about it, it's cool. I…. Shouldn't have asked." I apologized.
He chuckled slightly, "You think? But it's cool. That's why you are my therapist, right?"
I smirked, "I guess…."
"So, back to what I was saying. It wasn't a task. I am telling you and it is not forever. You can find a house during the course of our session, set it up and when we are done you can move into it."
I paused. He was not wrong. I can't push out this deal. It makes fifty thousand dollars ($50,000) per session and I have a session with him twice a week that's a hundred grand. When I'm done with these six months, I should be leaving with at least two million.
My chest rose up and down.
"I guess it is settled. I would tell the butler to put your room together. Just go get your stuff, just your personal stuff and the driver would be there as usual to pick you up."
'I see I can't change your mind."
"Nah." He stood up, adjusting his suit. "I will see you later, Emma, okay? Take care of yourself."
A little smile appeared on my face, "I would." Before he could leave I called him, and Damian," he paused waiting for me to finish what I wanted to say, "thank you…"
He smirked, "You are welcome…." and he left.
I heaved a sigh of relief. Even though it was inappropriate to stay with a client or have any interest in the said client, I can't even fight this. All the odds were stacked against me.
I guess I have to go get my stuff from Jessy's house.
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The door to Jessy's house was open.
"That is strange," I said pushing the door, walking into the apartment. "Hello! Jessy! I'm here to pick up my stuff!" I yelled but I didn't get any response.
Where was she? It was normal for her to leave her door open. I slowly walked into the house.
"Jessy, are you in?" Still no response.
I guess she is not home. That's good. I can just pick up my stuff and get out of here before she comes back and it would be more drama all over again.
I walked to the room and that's when I heard it. Moans.
"What the?" I walked closer to the sound. The closer I got the louder the moaning got.
Oh my goddess!
Yes! Ethan, just there!
That made me pause. Did she say Ethan? I must be hearing things. I tried to calm myself down as tears gathered in my eyes.
Oh my goodness, Jessy, you are so much sweeter. Fuck!
Yes, tell me. I am much better than her..
Yes, so much better!
I couldn't take this anymore. I pushed the door open in rage and there they were, on top of each other, fucking.
"What the hell!" Ethan shouted and Jessy adjusted herself. I looked at them, tears flowing down my face. I knew they had been having sex but this was just a slap on my face again.
"Emma…" Ethan called me but I ran out. I couldn't stay here. I need to leave.
I ran down the stairs, my heart shattering with every step. The air outside hit me like ice, but it wasn't enough to numb the ache clawing through my chest. Betrayal burned hotter than any flame, searing my insides.
I didn't stop running until I reached the street, tears blurring my vision.
My phone buzzed, it was Damian's driver, waiting. Without thinking, I wiped my face and whispered, "I'm coming."
Maybe moving in with him wasn't such a bad idea after all. At least there, I could pretend the world hadn't fallen apart.