There’s been something new introduced to my life, and I’m finally in a place where I feel like I can let all of that go.”
She’s referring to me now. I’m the “something new” that has been introduced to her life. Me and my cock.
“So, you're still certain about that?” I go on, wanting to dig deeper into Ava’s feelings about her past. It’s the entire reason she's here to begin with. “Let’s go back for a moment. You dated Lucas for a year before things ended with you two, but when you broke up…”
“He left me for another woman,” Ava interrupts with fire in her voice.
“Right, he left you for another woman,” I repeat, but calmer, hoping to douse her flame a bit. “And after that happened, you had a hard time coping with the fact that he’d left. In our last session, we were able to break through and learn about some of those things. You were finally ready to admit that you’d done some things you weren't proud of, and you were scared you might do something else that could get you into trouble, which we learned is the reason you sought therapy regarding your relationship with Lucas in the first place. So, I just want to make sure you’re not having more of those unhealthy thoughts.”
“You always manage to bring out things in me that I didn't know were there,” Ava says with a sly grin.
“That's not what I’m talking about, Ava. You know that.”
“Mmm, but it’s all I’m thinking about, Dr. Colson,” Ava fires back. She closes her eyes and wriggles her body, enjoying whatever movie is playing inside her head.
“Ava, please,” I call to her, begging her to stop for the sake of the therapy, but also for me. Watching her is too much of a turn on.
“What?” Ava suddenly snips, opening her eyes. “I don't know why we continue playing this game. Yes, I did some things I regret after Lucas dumped me for that slut. Maybe I acted out a bit when I slashed the tires on his car. Maybe I was a little upset when I keyed his Mercedes. As far as the fire that was set on his doorstep that burned up his porch and nearly set his house on fire, well, I already told the cops I don't know anything about that, and my story won't change. None of that matters now, though. I’m over all of it. I don't care if I ever see Lucas again. He’s dead to me. You know I’ve moved on, and you know who I’ve moved onto. So, why do we sit here and act like it’s not you I’m talking about?”
“Ava.”
“Because of your secretary, or receptionist, or whatever she is? I can tell from the way she looks at me, her eyes filled with jealousy, that she knows about us. She knows what you do to me, and she wishes it was her, doesn't she?”
“Ava, Keisha has nothing to do with this, and her and I have never discussed what goes on in my personal life, especially regarding you. You can rest assured of that.”
Ava lets out a soft giggle. “Oh I'm sure she knows, Dr. Colson. But that doesn't matter either. She doesn't matter, Lucas doesn't matter. All that matters is that you and I fit together. Just admit it.”
I toss my notepad on the table and exhale. The notepad is useless at this point. I’ve crossed a line with Ava that I can’t document, because if it got out that I’ve been sleeping with a patient, I could lose my license.
“Keep your voice down,” I snip, and Ava gasps before replying.
“Yes, sir.”
I swallow hard. “What is all this about us fitting together? We’ve only been sleeping together a couple of months. We don't go out on dates. We don't really know each other.”
“That’s bullshit,” Ava says. “We know enough. I know I was struggling to move on from Lucas before I met you.”
“I’m your therapist, Ava. It’s my job to help you move on.”
“I wasn't moving on until you fucked me,” Ava whispers, but it’s as loud as a thunderclap. “You remember how it started, Dr. Colson? I do.”
“Ava.”
“I sat right here with that blue and white skirt on,” Ava says, barreling over me. “We’d been talking about Lucas a lot, and I told you how I wasn't satisfied by him sexually, even when things were going great between us. I told you how I wanted more than what he could