CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ALLISON
The black screen switches to Tasha as my therapy appointment officially starts the next morning. Squirming in my seat, I search for a comfortable position after having Mathias's weighty cock shunting between my thighs a mere hour ago.
“Hello, Allison, I hope you're well. Let's start with our usual questions. Are you alone?”
I've always appreciated this inquiry.
It sets the boundaries for the session, especially back when Bailey would be in the next room and could possibly hear my venting to Tasha.
“Yes, I'm alone.”
“And are you safe?”
Safe.
I think about the myriad of changes in my life lately.
A man swept me away to his decadent mansion, the epicenter for his revenge plot against an international crime group known as The Syndicate, but he also ensured I could keep my current therapist, despite state laws.
He's promised to care for me.
Pushed me to break out of my shell.
Am I safe?
“Yes,” I answer with a nod of my head. For the first time, I'm safe in every way—physically, emotionally, and mentally.
“Good. How are you doing?” Tasha relaxes in her ergonomic chair now that she's ascertained I'm okay. “I spoke with your… friend, and he mentioned you moved to Boston?”
Ha! Friend.
Mathias is quite more than such a paltry label. He supports my efforts to find my purpose. He compliments me on my brains and my beauty. Which, as the chubby girl known for her smarts, has never even been on my radar.
Is this how people fall in love?
My mouth launches into the story of my whirlwind move to Boston and the new friends I've made— AKA the Blackchapel Bastards —but my heart wonders if I'm on the road to happily ever after.
Am I falling in love?
It's at once an exhilarating yet terrifying possibility.