*10 WEEKS LATER*

I haven't been back to see Michael since the run in with my ex-husband. I just couldn't take the chance of running into him again. I just want to torture him to death and make him suffer like he did me.

As promised Michael has been texting me nonstop, asking me how I am doing, where have I been and etc, but I don't respond to him.

I have only slept with 10 people in the last 10 weeks. The only thing that has been on my mind is Michael and what happened in his office.

But today is the day that I go back to therapy for the first time in 10 weeks. I called and made an appointment for today, so I had to leave work a little early.

I made it to the office, I checked in paying my $30, before taking a seat. Before, I knew it my name was being called. I followed her to the seating area outside of Michael's door.

A couple of minutes later, his office door opened and there he stood, in a blue long sleeve button down shirt that's tucked in his black pants, with his hair pulled back in a low pony tail.

I stood up walking in his office avoiding eye contact. Even when he took a seat in front of me, I avoided eye contact. However, his eyes were clearly on me, I could feel them. And when I quickly looked up at him I was right.

"I didn't think I was ever going to see or talk to you again."

"You didn't?"

"No, I didn't. It's been 10 weeks since I have last seen you. I have texted you for just as long and you never responded."

"Michael, you are my therapist why would you text me? That's against the rules isn't it? You are not allowed to have outside communications with each other. If we see each other in public, we don't acknowledge one another."

"Marleigh, this is my business and I can do whatever the hell I want. I texted you because I care about you deeply. I don't even know what happened, you just ran out of here. What happened?"

"You could lose your credentials if you were to get caught. Michael, we have only had two sessions, you can't care about me that much. What is the point of therapy if we talked on a regular basis? And um.. I-that was my ex husband."

"I wouldn't lose my credentials if no one knows. Okay, we have had two sessions, our sessions are an hour long, you can learn a lot about someone in two hours. I just wanted to make sure that you are okay. I needed to know. Jostin Curt is your ex husband?" I nodded my head.

"Is that why you didn't come back?" I nodded my head again.

Michael got up from his seat and went behind his desk to his computer. He started clicking on his mouse and typing on his keyboard.

"And done." Michael got up from his desk chair walking back over to his seat.

"What did you do?"

"I banned him from coming back. He is not allowed to step foot on this property."

"Michael, are you serious? You didn't have to do that!"

"Yes, I did have to do that. He is not welcomed here. Besides, he was creeping me out the whole entire time he was here. He has some issues that I can't help him with."

"If only you knew.."

"Anyways, let's talk about you. How have you been?"

"Just the same ole same ole."

"How's the no drinking coming along and no sex?"

"Well... do you really want to know?"

"Don't tell me that you are still sleeping with other people."

"Well.. I can't stay that.. but what I can say is that it has been 35 days since I have last slept with someone. That's a start."

"How many people have you slept with in the last 10 weeks?"

"Uh 10.." Michael didn't have such a pleasant look on his face at all. 

"I can't believe you would go out there and still sleep with people after we almost slept together."

"Michael, we didn't almost sleep together, we were just making out. And what happened to not judging me?"

"Bullshit, you felt how hard my dick got for you. If you didn't freak out like you did, we both know that I would have fucked you on that couch. And for the last time, I do not judge people. I have been judged my whole entire life Marleigh."

"Michael, it wouldn't be right if we slept together, it would change everything. I am not here to have sex with you, I am here seeking help. Michael, you are literally crafted so perfectly, what is there to judge about you?"

"Oh, but if we met at a bar plastered as fuck, I would be fuckable then? You don't know me, Marleigh. I am not crafted perfectly."

"Well then tell me about yourself, Michael."

"Let me show you something."

Michael pulled out his phone and it took him a few minutes before he showed me a few pictures.

"Now can you pick me out of those pictures?"

I studied at the pictures, honestly I wasn't expecting the pictures he was showing me. They are different from the way I see him now. He has matured in more ways over the years. Either way black or white, he is still outstandingly beautiful.

"Yes, I know which ones are you out of the pictures." And then I picked him out of each picture. "By the way, I wouldn't need to be drunk to fuck you."

"How could you tell that was me in the pictures?" Then he stared at me in the eyes and said. "Good, I wouldn't fuck you drunk anyways. I wouldn't use you like that or take advantage of you. I would want you to feel and react to me."

"Michael, your eyes, eyebrows, cheeks, chin, smile and lips are all the same. Oh wow, you got a nose job done, well so did I a long time ago. And so what the color of your skin? I'm sure you have an explanation for that."

"Yeah I do, it's called vitiligo. It eats the pigmentation of your skin. I still deal with til this day. I can't be in the sun without protection."

"See, there is nothing wrong with you Michael. You are perfect. I am surprised that you aren't taken."

"I just got out of a 12 year relationship about a year ago. It has been hard. Anyways, enough about me, back to you. So tell me, why do you sleep with different people? Do they make you feel things that no one has ever made you feel before? And why are you drunk every time you sleep with them?"

"Ugh, Michael not back to these questions.." I sighed.

"I just want a better understanding on your logic of why you do it. What do you get out of it?"

"Michael, I sleep with men and women, remember? I don't get anything out of it besides free sex. I am always safe with it. I get my release and they get theirs. When you are plastered drunk, you are completely out of your mind. You don't have feelings involved, no commitments, you are just there. It's just a hit it and quit it type of thing. After, they go their way and I go mine. It is simple and a lot easier that way."

"Have you ever slept with the same person more than once?"

"Well... there was this one girl, we had a thing for each other, but it only lasted for a little over two months. That was right after my divorce, I rushed into something else to heal my pain. But other than that, it has only been a one time occurrence."

"Why are you so scared of commitments and feelings?"

"Being committed is hard for me. Do you not remember all of the things I told you when we first met? All that shit I went through. That's why I am scared of commitment. I don't want to go through that again."

"But you are committed to giving yourself away freely to people who you don't even know. To people who don't even deserve to have you."

"That is different Michael.. it is just different." Michael stood up walking over to me, taking a seat right beside of me.

"No, it's not different. Marleigh, you can't even enjoy sex without being drunk. When was the last time you had sex sober?" Michael turned my head so that I was looking at him. "You are too beautiful, attractive and intelligent to live like that. You should have higher standards and morals. We are going to have to work on that, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement.

"The last time I had sex sober was when I was with that girl."

"That was the last time?" I nodded my head.

"Come here." Michael pulled me in for a hug and I laid my head against his chest. His expensive cologne filled my nostrils, he smelled so good, it was intoxicating.

Michael rubbed my back while kissing the top of my head every now and then for a long while.

"You are such a special girl, I can't wait until the day comes when you finally realize that you are. I can see it from a mile away on how special you are."

I raised up to look at him in silence. I admired all of his little perfections, even though he claimed he didn't have any. I would beg to differ.

My eyes went back and forth between his eyes and lips. After a while of staring, he spoke up.

"What is it?" He asked softly rubbing my cheek.

I didn't answer him, I just kissed him again. Automatically, he kissed me back.

He pulled me on to his lap again like the last time to where I was straddling him. His hands started grabbing and squeezing my ass as our kiss got more intense.

My whole body was heating up. It was heating up rapidly since it has been awhile for me. And I'm not use to being sober while doing this so I'm not sure how to feel.

I started unbuttoning Michaels shirt, tugging it out of his jeans, sliding it down off of his shoulders. I broke the kiss just long enough to admire his beauty. I seen his vitiligo patches all over his arms, chest, neck and stomach. It just made him even more sexier than what he already is.

I kissed his neck, all the way down to his shoulders, his chest, and then his stomach. I went down to my knees, fiddling with his pants button, until I unbuttoned them. I tugged them down a bit until I seen his massive erection hiding beneath his boxers. I went to his waist band about to pull it down when he stopped me. He took his pants off the rest of the way.

"Come here." Michael pulled me to where I was standing between his legs, this time removing my shirt, bra, pants and panties. I was fully nude in front of him.

Michael groaned when my nipples hardened from the coolness in the air. He grabbed my hand pulling me onto him.

"Look at this beautiful fucking body. This should be an award winning body. God, how could you let people abuse your body for their own benefit? I bet you are still tight as fuck."

"Why don't you find out?" I felt Michael pull down his boxers and his erection slapped against my back.

I raised up a little bit, grabbed his erection, placed it at my entrance, before sliding down on top of him. We both moaned and groaned some profanity words. He was a lot bigger than anything I have ever taken.

I slowly started moving my hips with Michael's guidance but he was also matching my movements.

"Fuck Marleigh." Michael said slapping my ass making me bounce harder. His grip getting tighter around my waist. I grabbed onto the back of the couch for support.

It was so hard suppressing my moans, I knew I had to be quiet.

Michael looked up at me watching every reaction I did. I could tell that he was loving every bit of it.

The feelings I was feeling were so strong that I couldn't avoid them. I tried pushing them to the side but it didn't work. This is why I only have sex when I'm drunk. I don't feel these things. I couldn't even describe the feelings that I'm feeling if I even tried.

"You are about to cum I can tell." Michael said knowingly.

He was right too. But little did he know, I was a lot closer than he thought. I slammed myself onto him letting go.

"Fuck.." We both said unison.

"That was fucking hot Marleigh. How do you feel?" Michael added.

"I-I don't know.. good."

"Hmm well I'm abouta make you feel even better." Michael got up from the couch moving me off of him.

He had me leaned over against the couch so that my back was arched. He grabbed my hips, placing himself at my entrance, sliding all the way in.

Michael had a tight hold on my hips. He started thrusting his hips faster.

"Oh my god.. oh my god.." I moaned.

Michael put his hands on top of mine that was gripping the couch interlacing our fingers together. I leaned my head back and he hovered over me looking down into my eyes.

"Oh fuck.. fuck.." I squealed when I was cumming again. He squeezed my hands slamming himself into me while kissing my back.

"I love hearing your moans, but I'm gonna need you to be quiet for me. We don't want people coming and knocking at my door." Michael whispered in my ear.

Michael pulled out of me having me to lay on my back. He got on top of me placing himself between my legs. He swiftly entered me again, holding onto my legs.

Michael was so passionate but rough at the same time. He is making me feel things that no one has ever made me feel before. I didn't know how to handle it.

I wrapped my arms around him scratching at his back. He buried his face in my neck leaving kisses there. I wanted to so badly run my fingers through his curls but I decided against it since he had it in a pony tail.

"Fuck.. Michael.. shit.." I whimpered when he went even harder. Michael raised up to look at me.

"I'm close.. are you?" Michael moaned.

"Fuck.. yeah.." Michael fucked the daylights out of me until he came to his release and brought me to mine.

He collapsed down on my chest trying to catch his breath. His face and body was sweaty.

While we laid there, I glanced up at the clock and my eyes opened wide. I had only five minutes left.

I pushed Michael off of me scattering the room finding my clothes.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asked me while getting dressed.

"Michael, I only have 3 minutes left. It's time for me to go."

"You don't have to rush out of here though. You are just freaking yourself out."

"I do gotta rush." I went to the door and was getting ready to open it when he stopped me.

"You never have to rush. Come on, let's get you out of here. Also, we will focus more on your family when you come back." Michael gave me a kiss before he opened the door.

We walked out and he walked me over to the desk.

"I'll see you in a week. Call me if you need me sooner, okay?" I nodded my head.

I scheduled my appointment, leaving the building. When I got inside of my car, everything just hit me.

What the fuck did I just do?