Therapist Report:

From what I've seen, it doesn't seem like Harry has improved since he arrived. There was one outburst that we could've worked with, but he continuously shot it down.

I'm not sure what to do with him, since it seems as if he doesn't want to recover at all.

Next session is today. We will see if he has improved or not.

Allison McIntyre,
Therapist under Maritime Medical

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"You've been a naughty girl for daddy," Harry cooed, fisting her natural hair with his slender fingers.

Allison moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, but he yanked her back up to look him in the eye.

"Now do as I say," He ordered, stepping back from her as he held the Polaroid camera in his hands. "Touch yourself for me, kitten."

She placed her fingers in between her legs, moving aside the lace thong she currently wore. She slid around her soaking and sensitive clįt before crying out in pleasure.

A flash went off and she saw Harry in front of her shaking the photo in front of her to develop.

"Come take a look," he told her, shoving the paper in her face.

Instead of seeing herself in the picture, the words "CRAZY BITCH" were printed all over.

"I'm going to choke you while I fück the shit out of you," Harry told her, walking in front of her with his hands out as she scrambled backwards on the bed, "and you're going to enjoy it while screaming my name, you little slüt."

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Allison sat up in bed with a gasp, her eyes blinking rapidly. She clutched her chest in an attempt to calm her racing heart. What the hell was that?!

"Are you okay?" Evan asked, his voice groggy and laden with sleep. "Did you have a bad dream?"

She shook her head frantically and leaned back on the pillows. "Not really."

She shut her eyes tightly, and watched the colors float around from behind her eyelids before slowly falling asleep.

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"So Harry," Allison started, her long legs crossed as she stared at the man sitting across from her on the settee, "how was your week so far?"

He didn't answer, but instead his eyes traveled down her voluptuous figure. She was wearing a pair of tight light blue jeans and an equally as tight white long sleeve shirt along with a pair of black heels.

"Better now that I see you," Harry flirted, playing with the rings on his finger before looking up at her through his eyelashes.

She rolled her eyes at his pathetic pick up line and opened her notepad. "How did you charity ball go from two nights ago?"

"It was great," he told her, taking a sip from the water glass in his hand. "I finally got to meet the people who work beneath me in my company. But wouldn't you know?"

Her smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

"So you're going to pretend like you weren't there?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. "I saw you."

"Even if I was invited to the gala, which I wasn't, I was out of town for the weekend," she said, her eyebrows furrowed. "How did you see me?"

His eyes widened, and he stammered out. "It must've been someone else. I apologize."

It was uncomfortably silent and Allison jotted something down, before she cleared her throat out of uncomfortableness.

"Okay, let's try something fun," she attempted while standing up and moving over to her desk.

Harry watched as she bent over behind her desk and he got a view of her generous backside and slender hips. He could just imagine himself gripping her hips as she rode him and he slowly entered her tight, wet-

"Do you want to play?" She settled back down onto the couch with a box in her hands and stared at him expectantly.

He shrugged his shoulders, since he honestly didn't care about what she was planning to do. Although, the word "play" put a whole new meaning to what she was talking about.

"Basically it's a game of scrabble but with your current emotions," she explained. "So you try and make words that describe how you feel so I can understand you better."

He rolled his eyes but nonetheless spilled some letters from the pouch onto his side. "This is so stupid, but I'll do it."

They lined up the board so it laid flat on the glass table and they inched forward in their seats to gain better access to the board.

"Okay, I'll go first," she stated before putting her word on the board. "We have a bottomless pit of letters, so how many you have on your side doesn't matter."

A: 'Happy.' 15 points.

"Your turn," she told him, marking down the amount of points she received for the word.

He shrugged before placing the letters onto the board.

H: 'Hot.' 6 points.

"'Hot'?" She asked, with an eyebrow raised. "It's not even warm in here."

"You can't control what I feel," Harry shot back just to annoy her relentlessly.

Allison sighed before reaching into the bag and taking out more letters.

A: 'Tired.' 23 points.

H: 'Irritated.' 46 points.

A: 'Auspicious.' 57 points.

Harry stared at the board, looking for a way to put a word when he got an idea.

He made the straightest face possible and organized the letters in the specific order he chose.

H: 'Aroused.' 49 points.

Her eyes stared at the board before uncaringly placing her next word on the board.

A: 'Unbothered.' 57 points.

Harry was seething with annoyance and anger but he was careful not to let his calm exterior slip.

H: 'Oral.' 16 points.

"Oral is not an emotion," she pointed out, taking the word off the board. "Try again."

He huffed before trying another word.

H: 'Horny.' 27 points.

Allison sighed before sliding all the letters from the board.

"Hey, I was about to win!" He argued, glaring at her face.

"You stopped taking the game seriously, which indicated that we needed to stop," she explained, placing loose letters back into the pouch.

He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You actually think anyone would take this game seriously? It's a fucking board game for children!"

"And? Sometimes things that children do are not fully understood until adulthood," she spat back, a trace of anger seeping into her tone. "At nine years old, you didn't know half the words you put down on the board today."

He stayed silent, seeing the truth in her words.

"Now since you didn't want to try something different, we'll go back to our normal session," she told him. "What are you really feeling, Harry?"

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to reveal too much about himself so she would be able to get into his head.

"I guess I would say I'm stressed," he admitted with a sigh. "I just got my father's company back under my name, and even though it's only been two days, the workload makes it feel like two eternities."

He sighed with relief, since he finally told someone else. He so badly wanted to hear the voices' opinion on what just happened, but he took more of his medication last night so he could sleep.

"Stress is a common factor when you have many things on your plate and they can cause things like unsolicited hallucinations when you're off your meds," she told him, indicating that she didn't let his earlier comment slide. "Have you tried any stress relieving exercises or doing the things you like best?"

He shook his head and she picked up one of the books on the glass table between them.

"Here," she said, handing him the book. "The book is filled with a variety of things for you to relieve stress."

He thumbed through the book, while she wrote down a slip for his next appointment. "Keep track of what exercises you do and bring me a sheet of the ones that worked the best for you."

Harry wasn't sure if it was a good thing that he was making progress. He didn't want her to know too much, and without the voices to help him, he felt like he was revealing himself.

"Plans for the week?" Allison asked, crossing her long legs in front of her.

"I'm going to work," he confessed, while playing with the sterling silver rings on his fingers.

"Work?" She asked, confused. "I thought you said..."

"I got my job back as CEO for my father's company two days ago. That's why I've been so stressed lately."

"I—wow. I have no idea how to deal with that type of stress," she admitted, sending him a sheepish smile. "But it can't hurt to try the exercises and see if they help."

"Sure thing, Allison," he confirmed, standing up from his seat.

She was taken aback by the sound of her name leaving his lips. It was like air escaped her lungs as his raspy vocals pronounced her name. Shaking her head, she stood up and smoothed her slightly sweat palms against her jeans while walking over to her desk.

"So how does two days time sound-?" Allison stood up from grabbing his appointment slip off her desk and jumped back in shock.

Harry was centimeters away from her, so close that she could feel his minty cool breath against her lips. Her fingers tightly gripped the thick paper slip as a way to stop herself from reaching out and touching him.

"Why are you standing so close?" She asked softly, trying to move back but her desk prevented her from doing so.

Harry smirked before reaching his hand up and tracing a finger along the nape of her neck, which made her shiver involuntarily. His hands trailed slowly down her body, leaving a path of searing heat wherever his hands touched.

She needed to get a hold of herself before he destroyed her.

Allison ripped herself from his heat filled gaze and hands and grabbed her jacket from her seat. "Um, my receptionist Laleh will show you out. I need a break."

Without waiting for his response, she dashed from the room in lightening speed.

Once Harry was alone, he chuckled. It was almost too easy getting her to respond.

Phase one: complete.

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a/n: I feel as if every chapter is a filler until you dive into the plot uGh

but how about that beginning ayyyyye 👅

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