Temptation

Mesmerized, I kept looking contemplated at him, as he made an entrance in the cabin.

He is my an exceptional in many cases.

Number one – It’s my rule not to hook up with any of my patients, but I can feel my shameless ass slowly getting sexually attracted to this man.

Number two – Being a psychiatrist, I can easily read a person’s mind, but this man, Lord, leave alone expressions on his face, he never showed me any emotion that can be read, although he is in need of help. (At least he has self realization that he needs a psychiatrist.)

Number three – I need maximum of two to three months to crack open my patient and form a bond, but the Great Mr. Gavin, just visit me every once a week, pay me, that’s it, he had not uttered a single information from last four months neither shown any progress.

“Hello Mr. Gray, please have a seat.”

I greeted him cheerfully, and with the same but opposite  force, this arctic fox splashed freezing water on my face.

Like typical ‘Gavin Gray’, he came in and plop on the chesterfield in front of me, meant for my patients.

Yes, this rude he is, no greetings, no smile or head node, not even a simple hello; just the things he wants to say that too of no use and puff, in the thin air.

If not for his mind blowing appearance and handsome money he is paying to tolerate his intolerable ass, I would have thrown this man out of my cabin by now.

Okay,

I am doing it again. I don’t have to get attracted to this man.

I again made myself understood, which I failed again in micro milliseconds.

I don’t understand, what I find so captivating about this man, whether it’s his height, his perfect physique, his silver perfectly combed hair, his Albinus white spotless skin or was it his eyes; his eyes harbouring the depth of ocean, blue and full of secrets.

Okay I gotta control my mind, at the minimum while working.

“Good morning Mr Gray! How was your...”

“You mind if I lay down.”

Unlike the other days, he was more restless today, can be clearly seen by his actions. Interrupting me, he questioned.

“Mm. Yeah sure, please.”

Minutes passed and hands of clock swept swiftly across. And here we are, going on with our cozy session, where my albino patient was clearly unbothered by my presence, sitting and waiting for him to speak up, is stretched across the chesterfield, which is not able to contain his long legs.

Sighing, I ascend up from my seat to do some cabin cleaning, when I heard deep capativating voice of man I thought is traveling in dreamland.

“I think our session is not over yet?”

His sudden out break caused me to jump and startled.

“Yess, but aren’t you sleeping.”

“Your one hour is dedicated to me.”

Mr. I-am-the-King-Gray spoke in velvety thread in a lazy way and I as if am an obedient student, took my seat back.

Again trying my luck, I asked him.

“Is everything alright?”

Removing his hand from his forehead, he turned his gaze to me, and looking in my eyes for seconds before he spoke in a low voice.

“What do you think?”

Our eyes continued to remain locked with each other’s, seconds passed, no one turned away the gaze, holding each other firmly as if is anchoring, it was deep blue sea against pitch darkness of forest.

“I think something is troubling you.”

“And you nurture such thoughts because?”

He asked sitting himself up, still maintaining the eye contact.

And at this point, as if consciousness crept back running to me, putting leashes around my wild running heart.

‘What am I doing? Again I lost myself.’

“Ahemm. Sorry to inform you Mr. Gray but its your session not mine.”

Smirking, he laid his back again on the chesterfield and spoke.

“Can I elongate today’s session.”

“No, I have other patients too.”

I lied.

I lied not because I had any patient, screening was low as recently I had arranged this set up.

I lied because I didn’t want to be with this man for another hour, he is not good for my heart. (And of course for my self-made-ridiculous-rules.)

“I have already checked your schedule Doctor.”

He spoke looking at me, opening just one eye of his.

Embarrassed by caught up in my lie, I tried to cover up.

“Oh! I must have mistaken for some other day. And moreover you are not supposed to check my schedule. This is the last time..”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay you.”

Wow! Amazing!

Maximum number of words I have received from Mr. Gray compared to the past four months.

I will count this as one of my achievements.

Though they are casual talks and nothing more.

“Well! Thank you.”

I settled myself in front of him and poked again.

“So? What’s bothering you.”

“I never admitted that something is bothering or troubling me. It’s all cooked in you brain.”

“I am a psychiatrist Mr. Gray, I can easily read a person’s stress.”

I tried to show some strictness when he again begin with his ‘Play with Words’ game.

Rather than replying me, he picked up the cube placed on the table and started to solve it.

I am tired of his stubbornness, of not opening up.

Okay, I do receive a handsome amount after the session, but that doesn’t mean I am just working for money.

Fine, a poor like me is in need of money, in a dire need of money but at the end of the day he is my patient.

“Mr. Gray, tell me about your friends.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Your family?”

“Single child of single parent. My dad.”

“Your colleagues?”

“Have maximum interaction with my secretary. Don’t have time.”

(Oh yeah! I forgot, how rich ass he is.)

“Any close school buddy.”

He stopped playing with the cube he was. Turning his head he smiled and replied without batting his lids.

“No one.”

I have been avoiding this rapid fire and him committing some mistake for me to catch, for a long time now.

“Mr. Gray, don’t you want to talk about the trauma you had? This is what you are paying for.”

I tried my best to put my words extremely carefully. Trying not to aggravate him or get on his nerve at the same time, preserving my image from turning to a ‘Nose-poking in other’s business psychiatrist.’

Hey my lovely readers,

I hope you all and your family to be fit, fine and healthy.

This is the third book I am publishing.

I hope it is up to the mark.

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Your author,,

~Galen_Yana...♡