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Wow, was this what success tasted like? So pleasing—a lingering sweetness that tasted expensive? I felt so accomplished in this life right now; nothing could ever bring me down from this high.
Monday is off to a great start!
Or so I thought. For the past 15 minutes, Alexander had been sitting before me silently, throwing what was undeniably daggers—fiery daggers—the whole time. I thought if I gave him the floor, he would immediately jump for the glory like he always has, but instead he was deadly quiet.
“So.” I cleared my throat as I scooted to the edge of my seat. “Is there anything that has been bothering you lately?” I gripped my pen tighter, anxious but expectant for his answer. He would probably say it was me.
He hummed as he crossed his arms over his chest, immediately drawing my eyes to the huge area. After a while of silence, I looked at him and tilted my head to the side, offering him a small smile.
“Would you like to expand on that?”
“Hmm-hmm.” He shrugged. Okay, I could work with hummings, because I was a fucking bee!
“You know, Mr. Harris, you not saying anything will only push you back,” I explained as kindly as I could, and he smacked his lips, sighing.
“Is that so?” Is that all you have to say? Really sir? You’re a 43-year-old beefing with a 24-year-old! I might have been just as stupid as him to have beef with a man who was almost double my age, but he was so frustrating! I couldn’t deal with his stinking attitude!
At least I have the fucking decency to do my job right and reach out—but for how long should I have my hand smacked by him? FUCK YOU, ALEXANDER HARRIS. You absolute annoying shithead!
“Yes, it is.” I smiled as I crossed my leg over the other, leaning back on my chair. How many more minutes were left of this session? Fuck. He nodded slowly, leaning back on the couch as well. Was he finally going to speak?
“Hmm,” he dragged out, as if he were saying “uh-huh, I’ve managed to piss you off just like you did!” I hear you, Alexander. Loud and clear.
“You really won’t say anything during the whole session?” I asked, and he shrugged. “Is there a reason you don’t want to speak?” He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something.
I watched his mouth as it hung open for a second, giving me hope that I could almost believe it, only for him to close it and shake his head.
Sure, because your voice is such a fucking blessing! This was suffocating. His cologne was suffocating. His presence was suffocating.
“Mr. Harris, if we don’t have any progress made in the second session, I will unfortunately have to request the coach to bench you for the next game, right up until you start speaking to me.” I didn’t want to have to threaten him, but I couldn’t have him thinking these sessions are a fool's game and he could just behave however he wanted.
“Is that so, Miss Collins?” He smiled, cocking his head to the side.
“Again, Mr. Harris, it is,” I gritted out, and he pouted as he looked at me.
“Are you getting angry with me? I thought you were supposed to be patient with your clients,” he mocked, and I licked my lips. Great, now we have lengthy sentences. As annoying as they were, it was a start.
As I looked at him through my lashes, I could see the fulfillment that played in his eyes. Pressing my pen on the paper hard, I looked up at Alexander smiling as I wrote the beautiful word across my notes for him.
Alexander Harris is a brat.
“I’m not angry, Mr. Harris.” I shook my head, and he raised his eyebrow. “I’m simply… lively.” I struggled to find a more fitting word for pissed.
“I bet you are passionate about your job.” He smirked as he leaned closer.
“You have no idea.” I smiled, and he chuckled as he stood up.
“As much as I would love to discuss your passion, an hour has already passed.” He towered over me, and I looked at my watch, confirming his statement.
“Seems so.” I stood up, placing my notes that only consisted of the one sentence on the table. His eyes flickered down to the coffee table, and his eyebrows scrunched up together. “See you next week, Mr. Harris.”
I pointed to the door; his eyes stared at mine in a rather vexing gaze. He clenched his jaw and slammed the door on his way out. Sighing, I collapsed on the couch. Just the session alone had left me exhausted.
I fucking hate Alexander.
Chapter 5
Alexander
