I wrote a spicy version of this at first but I got grossed out by myself so I gave this one a little twist instead.

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"This isn't working!" Your boyfriend was getting frustrated with you.

"I'M SORRY! I'M TRYING!" You retaliated.

"NOT HARD ENOUGH, Y/N! DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME?" He asked.

"OF COURSE I DO!"

"Then it's settled. We'll talk to a professional. Get to the bottom of this..."

He goes downstairs to make a phone call and book you both an appointment. You put your clothes back on. You'd been dating your boyfriend since high school. His name was Brad. He was kind. You liked him because he cared about you. You did love him. You just didn't know if you could love him in the way he wanted you to. You loved him more like a friend but you convinced yourself that you could force yourself to love him more in time.

However, whenever you two had sex, you couldn't enjoy it. At first, you would fake an orgasm to make him happy. But you couldn't keep that up for long. Now he thinks that you don't love him. Hence why he's downstairs on the phone to a sexologist. When he ends the call, he tells you that your appointment is tomorrow at 3.

Tuesday 24th March 2:58pm

"Hello, the names Dr Charlotte King, pleasure to meet you both." Dr King shakes your hand then leads you both into her office.

She shook your hand. You didn't know why you were so caught up on that detail. There was something about her. First of all, her accent. It made you melt. Her tone was so commanding but you could tell that there was a warmth to her that she didn't tend to let people see. Her complex nature made you drawn to her. Then there was the fact that she was truly gorgeous.

"So..." she said, drawing you out of your thoughts.

"What brings ya in today? I got the general gist of it on the phone but I wanna hear it from you..." she looks directly at you.

SHE LOOKED AT YOU.

This made you blush a little.

"No need to be embarrassed." She said.

She thought the reason you were embarrassed was to do with your boyfriend. You weren't about to correct her.

"Well... uh..." you didn't even know how to explain it.

"I'm not making her... y'know?" Brad says.

"And why'd you think that is?" She was still staring at you. Like you were her prey. She gave you butterflies in your stomach.

"I..." you physically couldn't speak. Every time you looked up at her you lost the ability to communicate. She literally took your breath away.

"Just say you don't love me..." Brad looks at you, a little tearily.

"I do Brad. I love you so deeply." You said quickly. You just loved him in a more platonic way.

"Is there something Brad could be doing differently, y/n?" Dr King asked, still looking right at you.

SHE SAID YOUR NAME. THE BUTTERFLIES JUST GOT SO MUCH WORSE.

Your face flushed bright red again. She made you so nervous.

"Alrighty... Brad, I think it would be best if I had a little one to one with y/n. I just need to discuss her period cycle... yknow... women's issues." She gave him a quick smile and practically shoved him out the door.

She then shut the blinds to her office.

You and her were alone in her office. You could feel yourself getting a little sweaty.

She lent over her desk to look at you. You could see straight down her top. You couldn't help but stare.

She stood up straight and walked over to you, giving you a little smile.

"Get up" she instructed you.

You shot up so quickly.

She took another step closer to you. There was barely an inch between you both now.

"I think I know what the problem is..." she tells you.

She walked slowly behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. You could feel her hot breath on your neck.

It felt like there was a heartbeat in your vagina.

"Y/n..." she whispered down your ear.

You couldn't respond. You physically couldn't talk.

"Have you ever considered... maybe the reason you can't enjoy it with Brad is because... you'd rather he was a girl, hmm?" She asked you, moving her arms from around your shoulders down to your waist.

"W-what?" You asked, nervously.

"I'm sayin' you're a lesbian y/n." She said, bluntly.

"Dr King I-..."

"Please, call me Charlotte." She instructed.

"O-ok... Charlotte I'm not a- ahh..." you were about to deny being a lesbian until Charlotte traced one of her hands down to the bottom of your stomach, giving you an unbearable amount of butterflies and causing you to let out a small moan.

"You wanna deny that again?" She remarks, giving you her Southern sass and turning you around to face her.

You wanted to collapse in her arms and stay there forever.

"Don't think I didn't catch you looking down my top... admit you're a lesbian y/n." She demands.

"T-this is... this is a one off- I love Brad..." you couldn't catch your breath, you just wanted her to touch you again.

"Nobody's sayin' you don't love Brad. You're just not in love with Brad. That right?" She asked, turning her head to the side.

"I don't want to hurt him." You said, sadly. That and you couldn't afford a divorce.

"Don't you think you're hurting him more by staying with him? He could meet someone who actually loves him back in the way he wants. I know you want him to be happy y/n. The kindest thing is to tell him. I'll be right here if ya need me, alright?" She said.

She bought Brad back in.

"Y/n has something she needs to say to you Brad, it's best if you take a seat." Charlotte says.

"Actually I have something I need to say too." Brad says.

You just looked at him.

"I cheated on you. With Darcy from the office. And her friend Emily. And then Nuzhat the florist. And Tracey who I met in an online chatroom. And her friend Nyesha. Oh and Joan!"

"Joan as in your brothers wife?!!" You asked in disbelief.

"Yeah but that was a one time thing. Please forgive me!! I was just desperate y/n!!" Brad pleads.

"We were never going to work out Brad. I hope you understand. This was as much my fault as it was yours. I'll find a place to live by the end of the week and then we can both go out seperate ways." You said, maturely.

"You keep the house. I'll talk to my lawyers but you didn't deserve this. I'll move out. I'm so sorry y/n." Then he left.

You sat down on Charlottes couch and went on your phone.

"You ok?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh yeah just texting my girlfriend to tell her I finally got rid of that bastard and she can move in first thing tomorrow." You looked up from your phone and smiled.

"Well played." Was all Charlotte could say.

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Word count - 1220

Bit of a shorter chapter this time.