? There you go again...? he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ?Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ?
Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical the...
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(Theme Song of the Chapter: LBD - Becky G)
Sophie◆Cruz
THERE ARE VERY fewmoments where I felt myself lose control, relentlessly making risky choices to satisfy needs I couldn't even understand for myself.
Growing up I was put in what I deemed as a specialized gridlock constructed by my mother who made sure whatever I became, wanted, and achieved were all under the confines of what she wanted. It's ironic because she managed to have so much say in my life growing up, without even being present 50% of the time.
"Dumb girls don't go far, Sophie."
Her words echoed in my head as I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling. My thoughts began to incessantly replay the choice I made the day prior. What I almost allowed to continue without any halt yesterday morning at the Accardi estate scared me more than anything.
I could still feel his cool breath on my skin and his soft lips domineering my own. I could still picture his fingers making there way down my core. He was a patient. My very own patient. And yesterday morning none of that mattered to me except the exhilarating feeling of his touch.
Dumb girl.
I groaned sitting up from my bed and running my fingers down my long locks of brown hair. I checked my phone and was almost relieved at the absence of notifications from Aiden regarding any scheduling for our sessions. A big part of me could not even face him after yesterday.
But a smile crossed my face when I see text messages from my group chat of best friends inquiring about going to Ocean Drive for drinks tonight.
I mean a night out seemed amazing, and I hadn't had one in so long. I had been somewhat of a recluse since my break up with my ex-boyfriend, Luke, last year. I mean how else does one react when 6 years goes down the drain with their high school sweet heart, the only man I've ever dated or ever really known.
So I buried myself in my work as a physical therapist and building a cliental. My goal was to eventually save up enough money to start my own practice, maybe open up a location in Orlando. And with all the money Aiden was going to pay me for my private work with him, that dream may actually come true sooner than I anticipated.
I began to respond to the group chat.
I'll think about it.
The responses I got back from my best friends were hilarious yet humbling, with messages shading my reclusive behavior and questioning how I even stayed so tan despite 'never' seeing the sun.
But going out to the Miami strip and getting wasted was just not on my Pinterest board anymore. I chuckled to myself as the group chat continued on with piling messages, but my joy was short lived when Aiden's name popped up on my phone.
