Week 8

Mía's POV

"Is it always going to be like this?" Alexia shrugged from the chair across from me. "What I don't understand is why you keep coming if you're injured. Just stay at home and be done with it."

She had a break for at least a month. Luckily, she should be able to return to training next week. It had been a wake-up call. She had pushed herself too hard to get back to playing and had managed to make everyone believe she was fully recovered just because she felt capable of playing again. It wouldn't be so easy now.

She also knew that if she had fully committed to her recovery, she wouldn't be facing this setback. And she was angry. But so was I.

It had taken two days to find out about the blonde's condition. She hadn't responded to any of my messages, nor had she allowed me to enter the infirmary. It was her teammates who had told me. Not her. She hadn't made the slightest effort to communicate it to me.

"Has no one ever told you that mental health is as important as physical health?" She retorted.

I laughed bitterly.

"And do you think that coming here, crossing your arms and making sour faces is working for it?"

"It's the atmosphere of the room," she took a deep, noisy breath. "Being here already feels healing," she mocked.

I sighed.

"I would have liked to know that you were okay."

"You knew, didn't you?" I nodded. "Then that's it."

I massaged my temples. It was going to be a stressful hour, as always. I adjusted myself in the chair and rested my elbows on the table. Why bother with formalities?

"You could have replied to my messages."

"How strange. Responding isn't really your thing," she reclined calmly. "Take advantage of this time to do your thing."

"I really don't understand..." the footballer shrugged. "Don't you want to talk about the other day at all?"

"You said everything you had to say. I don't intend to respond further on the matter."

"I didn't say anything."

"Exactly," she replied. "More than enough."

I crossed my arms too. It made no sense to try to maintain a therapeutic atmosphere when the patient wasn't acting as such and didn't intend to.

"And what do you hope to achieve like this?" I spat.

"For what you're going to tell me, you'd better stay quiet."

I sighed exasperatedly, dropping my forehead into my hands.

"You know it can't be."

"That's not what matters to me, nor is it what I asked you to tell me," she replied without looking at me, focused on checking her nails.

"I'm your psychologist. Officially, moreover," I tried to explain to someone who wasn't paying me any attention. "I'm not someone from your team or anything like that, whom someone could say is not right. I'm in a position of power with you, Alexia."

"That's clear," she interrupted, mocking.

"They could revoke my license," she remained completely oblivious to what I was saying. "Does it mean absolutely nothing to you? Are you that selfish?" I complained. "Even if I quit my job, Alexia, I still couldn't. It's not that easy." Seconds passed, and I remained without a response. I felt ridiculous exposing myself like this only to receive silence from her. I rested my head on my arms, feeling embarrassed. "Never mind."

Alexia stood up and placed both arms on my desk, leaning towards me, and spoke near my face.

"That's not what matters."

"And what does matter?" I whispered, refusing to be intimidated by her.

"You used me," she accused. "You made fun of me."

"That's not true."

"It is true. You knew perfectly well how I felt about you, and you gave me just enough to hold on to. When you got this job, when I couldn't offer you anything you wanted anymore, you told me to fuck off. It's not that you can't, it's that you don't want to. It's a cheap excuse. I want people as filthy as you far away from me," she snapped.

"I didn't know. What the hell do you want me to say?"

"You pretended to want to kiss me. You deliberately got close to me. You dangled the honey in front of me so that I would do everything possible to taste it."

"I didn't pretend," Alexia remained silent, her brow furrowed, not moving an inch.

"You're a fortune hunter."

"Get out of the consultation room and don't come back. I'm done. You're a fucking brat," I retorted.

I wasn't going to allow her to think she could control the situation, that she was right, that her attacks affected me because she had discovered something about me. I wasn't going to let that image she had created of me be considered true, even for a second. I was tired of her and her tantrums.

"You're a fraud."

"Self-centered."

"A gold digger."

"Jesus, you're a narcissist."

"And you're a fucking liar."

"Manipulative piece of..."

She just had to tilt her neck forward to bring her mouth to mine. It was rough, forceful, almost a clash of mouths against each other. And brief, too brief.

I pulled away instantly and looked at her with wide eyes, accelerated breath, and parted lips. Alexia removed her arms from the table and swiftly circled around it, standing in front of me.

"Fake."

"Arrogant."

Completely unaffected by the fact that I had previously pushed her away, her right hand wrapped around my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, and pulled me closer to her, towards her mouth. In the same way, I cupped her face with my hands, and she grabbed my butt, trying to bring me closer to her body.

She attacked my lips with violence, and I didn't have enough strength to stop her. Her hand slipped under my shirt and brushed against the fabric of my bra. With patience, she continued, making me desperate, around my chest, straight to the clasp, and she took it between her fingers just as the door sounded.

"May I come in?" was heard.

I pushed Alexia away from me, readjusted my hair, and straightened my clothes.

"Yes, come in."

Jonathan entered the room calmly. He looked around, searching for Alexia, and found her standing just a meter away from me, next to the table. He silently looked at her, making the blonde realize how strange the situation was.

Alexia quickly picked up a random book from my shelf, which happened to be right next to her.

"How about this one?" she asked me.

"Yes, I think it will suit you."

She nodded several times, excessively cheerful.

"Tell me, Jonathan."

She seemed to have relaxed.

"I was looking for Alexia. I was told she would be here," he smiled. "We're going to try some things in the gym to see how that knee is doing."

"Yes," she replied enthusiastically. "I'll be right there."

She gave me one last look and followed Jonathan out into the hallway with a simple goodbye. Once the door closed, I tucked my shirt back into my skirt and sighed, frustrated. "Fuck."

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