♠Andy's POV♠

~SO FAR FROM EDITED~

My heart beat accelerated out of fear, guilt, sadness and regret. How the hell? No, why the f*ck was this person here now of all times. Why!? What game was fate trying to play on me? ‘What have I done to deserve what is happening to me now?’ I question myself, swallowing the lump in my throat.

You know full well what you did Andy. You slept with that guy and now fate is trying to tell you to face your fears.

“L-Luke,” I stammered, trying my best to hold eye contact with the guy.

“Andy.” He smirks even deeper than before. By the look on his face, I realized that this would be an extremely long hour of my time.

"What are you doing here?" I question dumbly. Knowing Luke, he would provide me with a smart answer because that was just the type of guy he was; cocky, inconsiderate and a complete asshole. I bet, after university, he hasn't changed a bit.

"Well obviously I'm here to see you. I paid good money for this appointment," He replies. See, I told you he was an ass, hard luck for not believing me at first. "You know what I mean! You're British, what are you doing here in the USA?"

"This is going to sound pretty corny but, I'm here in search of the girl I love. Sadly, I found her and noticed that she has a spouse and wants nothing to do with me anymore. I was hoping that you would give me a few advices before I end up having a mental breakdown, kidnapping this chick and locking her at my house."

My jaw hangs open and the notepad and pen I once held in my hand fell to the floor. There were so many questions roaming my mind at this point that my body couldn't function right. What in heaven's name did Luke just say? Okay, I understand about him wanting this person but the last part of his statement caught me a little off guard!

Out of the blue, I hear laughter erupting through the room. Shaking my head, I snap myself out of my daydream and stare at a laughing Luke. He was laughing so hard that he clutched his sides to remain stable. If I didn't know better I would say that he was going mad or laughing at me, but, I knew better so he couldn't be.

"Y-You... S-Should have seen your face!" He exclaims pointing at me the same was a little child would do when he laughs.

Feeling quite annoyed at him, I folded my arms across my chest and simply glare at him. Seeing that I wasn't joining in with his laughter, he straightens up a little. Fixing his attire, the guy approaches my front desk and takes a seat on one of the guest chairs.

"Jackass," I comments, picking my stationery up from the floor. Luke shrugs and begins folding up the sleeves of his button down shirt.

He was already dressed in work attire so I guessed that he was headed to work after our little meeting. His shirt was a lovely peach color and he wore black pants and a classy black tie. Simple, I know but he still managed to look professional. Unlike me, I needed the help of an empty suitcase. Hey! Don't judge me!

"So, I see you actually got the job of your dreams right after leaving university, huh?"

"Oh no, this is just my cover-up. I'm actually an undercover assassin which works at nights. Now, since you know my true identity, I'll need to get rid of you," I say with a straight face, pulling my top drawer open for an effect.

Moving in slow motion, I didn't want to mess anything up. My eyes were glued unto his greenish-brownish ones as I reached into the drawer. I could see his Adam's apple bobble a little as he gulps. The guy was observing my every move in fear. Even his muscles tensed up. In all honesty, I was only reaching for a pen.

Pulling my pen out of the draw, I burst into a laughing fit. Luke gave me this annoyed look but I stuck my tongue out at him. I mean, you should have seemed his face! It was so priceless. I could have sworn that if I owned a fake gun that he would definitely peed in his pants.

"I see you that you didn't change one bit Andy," He says, smirking at me.

Returning his gesture, I reply in a cocky tone of voice, "And I see that you're still an ass. On the bright side, we're now even. We better get started with the meeting then. You can make yourself comfortable in the lounge chair of you like."

"I prefer a normal chair, if you don't mind."

"Even better for me," I say, heading to the side of the room where we would begin the appointment. 

Like never seen before, we had the reverse effect. Instead of the patient being the one in a calming position and the psychologist being on the chair, we had it at vice versa. On the bright side, we didn't mind and I was beyond the point of being comfortable. If this wasn't working time, my brain would have allowed me to fall asleep.

"Okay, Luke, talk to me. Tell me what's affecting you big boy," I say, addressing him casually because, I mean, we were friends. Why change that now? It's even better that we have history because this way I understood him much better.

"My life is so complicated Andy. I've fallen in love and it’s killing me. You know what persons always say about this one girl who will make a player change his ways? Well, I found her," He starts off, and I nod at him, writing down a point on my notepad.

1) The idiot fell in love, what a bummer.

Continuing with what he was saying, he says, "She's just so beautiful and perfect! Her blonde hair is extremely long now, he eyes are the most perfect shade of grey and though she might have an attitude at times, her personality makes up for it."

He paused awhile again, so that I could take note of her physical features. And for the weirdest reason, I thought of myself when he described this individual. I knew that there was no way in hell that it could have been me. He could be referring to a sack of potatoes with a wig and contacts for crying out loud! You could never know if he met this 'person' while drunk.

"What's your relationship with this person now?" I question so that we could get deeper into the topic. In the process of asking my question, I wrote down my second point.

2) Research about drunken men and drag queen sack of potatoes.

"We cannot be classified as friends, neither be called enemies. There was this huge mistake made between us in the past and it is still haunting me this moment. We don't keep in touch and right now she lives with her boyfriend."

"Are you willing to tell me what this big mistake was all about?"

"No," He replies sternly, raking his hands through his wonderful blond hair. I bet a million bucks that he keeps it well kept so that the ladies would be attracted and crave to run their fingers through it. He might be in love but he is still the same person I knew.

"No? Oh well your lost, I'm still getting paid," I reply with a shrug. Feeling the need to ask him something more, I go ahead with my instincts, "Does this woman know that you love her?"

"Not really. Even if she did know that I love her there would be no chance for me. Her boyfriend is a lying and unfaithful sonofabitch but she is so attached to him."

Nodding in understanding, I began writing my third point onto my paper. 3) Find the bitch and knock some sense into her skinny ass.

Getting on to the serious matters of our meeting, I got to the gist of the situation. This story sounds so familiar that I almost choked on air. Luke claims that the girl used to like him before; they used to be pretty close friends. He even spoke about this person being in a long distance relationship while she studied and whatnot. The guy gave me so much information on this individual that if I wasn't a sane person, I would class him as a stalker.

At the very beginning of our session, I didn't quite take our meeting seriously. But now, after I've gotten all the important information that he has given me, I see how whipped the poor fellow really is. So sad for him though, this person he spoke of sounds just like me and that equals to him not having a chance with her.

Luke might be an idiot but he's a really good guy. When he puts his mind to do something, there is no stopping him. He's pretty much a faithful character when in a relationship but when out of one, he rides more girls than the number of times her blinks for a day. Okay, so I might have over exaggerated a little, but you get my point.

"What am I going to do Andy?" He says, well more like exclaims frustrated.

Right now I was summarizing everything he had just told me onto my notepad. So the first page of my ‘notes’ was ridiculous but as the matter got serious I began on a new page. He really needed my help and I seriously needed to do my job right.

"Seeing that you have a 0.01% chance in being with this chick, I would say move on. Now, seeing that you're pretty much in love with her your chances went up by one percent. With a 1.01% chance at getting her, the best thing for you to do is move on."

"I can't just give up on her like that Andy! Are you insane?" He responds, thinking deeply about what I just said.

"What gave it away?" I gasp in fake surprise as I get up from my lying position. Noticing that Luke wasn't pleased with my joking around, I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and decided to give him a piece of my mind.

"You're not giving up on her; you'll just be devoting your time to someone else. Think about it like this, if she's happy, you'll find someone to make you happy."

"I'll consider that but seeing that our time together so over, when we see each other again, we'll get into detail."

"Sounds like a plan Sir," I say, outstretching my hand for a formal shake. He gladly accepted it as we both stood facing each other. "You're not as bad as I thought you would be at your job," Luke comments, his hand still in mine.

"Hardy ha-ha… You’re very funny. Before you leave, you need to sign the form which is on my desk," I reply, letting go of his hand and pointing to the sheet on my desk. 

Nodding, he walks up to the desk and signs the form. Following after him, I placed my notepad and pen inside my drawer and wait for him to be done. Handing me the completely signed paper, Luke smiles at me and I return the gesture.

"See you every Monday and Thursday, Ms. Jacob."

"Ugh, I see you two days a week?" I say, letting out a groan.

"I am seriously hurt by your reaction Andy," He says, faking remorse. I roll my eyes at his lame excuse at being pained. Chuckling, he says his last goodbyes and walks out of the room. "It doesn't matter how you feel sweetheart, you're still stuck with me."

Today's session with an unexpected guess wasn't as bad as I first interpreted. In all my days of living after the incident I would have thought that I would be awkward around Luke. Luckily for me, he was more laid back than ever. Well he being interested in someone definitely had a part to play in this too.

Not once did we mention about our relationship. Well our lack of one to be exact. Maybe, seeing that Luke has moved on from our past could give me the courage to inform Cameron about what has been going on behind his back?

"Hmm I see that the young man left your office all up in smiles," Mr. Parnell, the owner of the building says as he enters my office without a knock. 

Glancing up at him, I offer him a smile. Getting up from where I was seated, I walk towards the file cabinets so that I could place Luke's newly made folder in there. I’m even better than my job that I thought, huh. I mean, it's a Monday for crying out loud and I'm not ready to kill every living soul around me, as yet.

"What can I say, no one can resist my charm," I smirk, walking up towards my boss.

"You're right indeed," He states, taking a daring step towards me and does the unexpected. His hands make their way down my sides and he taps both of my butt cheeks. He then takes a step back and smirks at me.

Oh hell to the fuck now! This above forty year old man is messing with the wrong chick! Tapping my ass on the first day of work, huh? Well think again buster.

Walking up towards my 'boss', I grab him by the collar and then lift him off the ground a little. Yes, I did get stronger, what can I say, working out does help a weak soul.

"Now you listen and you listen to me well, I'm not one of those whores you might think I am. There is no fucking way in hell that I am allowing you to ever do something of that sort again. You better watch your step before I pound your wrinkling ass into next century," I threaten, shoving him to the floor.

The look on his face alone tells me that he wasn't expecting me to react the way I did. I've done things I regret in the past and getting intimate with my boss won't be added to the list anytime soon. To make my point even clearer, it will never be added to that certain list.

"Now, to make my point even clearer, I'll like your absence in my office by the time I exit the washroom," I announce, making my way to the attached washroom to wash my hands.

The poor man nods his head, still managing to keep the bewildered expression on his face. Stepping into the washroom, I smirk at myself in the mirror. For some reason or another I feel accomplished with myself. Despite that feeling, I couldn't help but tell myself, Brave much?

                                                                   * * *

For the couple of hours, I've been at work; I've had three other clients assigned to me. In all my years of study, I always did think that I signed up to be a psychologist and not a priest. These persons were confessing all types of sins to me that I faked writing them down and began recording them with my phone instead. Lazy, I know, but they spoke way too fast for me to keep up. 

Even though I didn't give much advice the first day, I promised to get some more work done at our next meetings. This was kind of fun too. The filing always had me chuckling because I would remember one or two jokes my clients shared with me.

Right now, I was driving my fancy vehicle to some fancy restaurant I found online. Don't blame me, I was bored with myself and I felt like searching for somewhere new to have lunch. The place wasn't that far from my work place, only a ten minute drive. I had an hour and forty-five minutes for lunch so trust me when I say I had the time to spare.

This place was so great that I made a reservation online and a few seconds later it was perfectly scheduled. Pulling up in the parking lot, I made my way inside the fancy looking building. My stomach and its bad manners didn't allow me to take in the physical appearance of the place but I stilled noticed a ton of glass and dark wood.

The waiter showed me to my table but I needed to wiz really bad. I used the washroom and I nearly fainted, it was almost as fancy as the one I had at the house. These persons did a pretty good job with this place.

Stepping out of the washroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. The site before me was a little too great for my liking. With teeth and fists clenched, I watch closely, making sure that I wasn't misinterpreting anything. Sadly, I wasn't.

Right before my eyes, at the far corner to the back of the restaurant was Cameron. Surprisingly, he was not alone because he was with some whore and his parents. She had he hands all over him, around his shoulders and one resting on his lap. Cameron didn't seem to mind what was going on because he was laughing away with all of them.

In all honesty, I was fuming.

Enough was enough, I told myself, and began storming towards where the group was seated. I was going to deal with this bitch fair and square. She chose to mess with the wrong person's man. After I'm done with her, I'll give Cameron a taste of my thoughts too.

Out of nowhere, my face collided with a wall. Yes, of all things, a wall. The impact was so great, it sent me flying. Right now I was on the floor in pain next to one of the vacant tables. My 'wall' turned to look at me. Okay so I didn't bump into a wall, so what?

"Are you okay there darling?" The guy asks, outstretching a helping hand towards me. I gladly took it and got up.

"I'm far from it. That bitch is there with my boyfriend! Ugh, I'm so going to kill her!" I say my vision a still a little blurry. Recovering faster than anticipated, I smiled at the figure before me and my smile dropped faster than ever.

 "James…?"

"Andy…?"

He and I screeched our names at the same time. If you were guessing, yes this is also one of the guys I slept with, hooray, am I right? I guess not. I was so shocked; I let out a sigh of defeat and took a seat in a vacant chair nearby.

Fuck my life!

A/N: I am such a bad author … It has been too long! I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter! Though I said I’ll be updating once a month, I guess I could always break the rules a bit! I just hope you guys enjoyed!

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