Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(4)
“Honestly, I’d feel abandoned. I’d feel like no matter how hard you try to appease them they’ll never recognize it, because they no longer care.”
Okay, it was true he hit the nail on the head, but I wouldn’t crack. “I’d say you live a sad life.”
“Ivy, you know I’m here to help you, and if you don’t cooperate you’re wasting your opportunity for treatment. Let me help you. If you keep withdrawing, I’ll have to contact another psychiatrist for you to meet with.”
I looked down at my little patient uniform, similar to medical scrubs. There wasn’t anything attractive at all. Still, I used body language to get what I wanted by leaning over his desk and directing his attention to my eyes. “Don’t threaten me, Mikael.” I took my fingers and reached over to trace the platinum band on his ring finger. “I know you’re going to write how cooperative I am in your little file, because you don’t want to mess with me. You know if I wanted I could destroy your precious marriage. How many years has it been now, three, two? I lost count. Tell me, does she know you’re thinking of me when you’re inside of her?”
He closed his eyes and peered to the side of his desk where a picture of them still sat. Men like him were so predictable, and easy to make my puppets. Like he did for his patients, I too had an eye for detail, except mine wasn’t to help people. I used my ability to ruin them to my advantage.
Abruptly, he grabbed my wrist and held me tight. “You think you can manipulate me with your threats? No one will believe the crazy person, not with my tenure. Keep threatening me and it will stop.”
I jerked my arm away. “I guess we’ll have to see about that. I happen to know you like f*cking me too much to stop. You probably jerk off when I leave, because you can’t hold out till the next time you’ll get me alone.”
Mikael stood and hauled ass over to my side of the desk. Before I was able to spin and move, he had me pinned. His hands pressed one of mine behind me on the hard top surface. I could feel his breath against my lips as he narrowed in on them. I reached for his tie, tugging just enough to get a rise out of him. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?” I taunted.
Our lips brushed slowly, before he pulled away. He took a step back, distancing the space between us. “You know what’s at stake if I get caught.” Mikael adjusted his shirt and tie before making his way back to his chair. “You know the rules. No fraternizing dur-.”
I finished his sentence, since I’d heard it more times than I liked admitting. “During our sessions. Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
He smirked and shook his head as if I amused him. “Trust me, you make it difficult to stick to my own rules. We need to be careful. When the time is right things will change. You’ve got to be patient.”
While remaining in a standing position, I leaned forward over his desk so we were close again. “Rules were made to be broken, doctor. One day we won’t have them. Then what will you do? Will you find yourself another like me?”
I saw him quickly glancing at the picture of his wife again. “We’ll be together. I’ve already told you about the plan. Things are complicated.”
I smiled, pretending to be content with his response, though I knew better than to trust a horny man. To him, I was new * – a broken girl in need of attention. In his own ways he was infatuated with me, to the point he construed it as love. He thought he could control me. Being aware of his motives made manipulating him easier. What helped was knowing I could threaten to reveal our relationship. He was wrong with his assumptions. Some might not buy it, but others would. We’d almost been caught several times, further explaining our need to keep our distance during scheduled visits.
Nowadays, Mikael would make time for me after hours. He had access to our rooms, and when only one evening nurse was on duty, he’d use his clearance to take us to his secret quarters where he sometimes rested. It had a nice futon, a television, and a small mini-refrigerator. On several occasions he’d brought me fancy meals to enjoy as a reward for what I’d given him in bed. Little perks were always a nice distraction, especially considering how hard I had to work to pretend I was in love with him.
Since I knew this was a rouse to reassure me, I went along with it. “I’m scared I’ll never get out of here. I don’t belong with these loony people. The person in the room next to me rips her own hair out when she gets upset. Stephanie Pope has tried to kill herself more than five times since I’ve been on this level. I need to get out. It’s not helping. If anything, it’s making me feel like I’m losing it.” I licked my lips, making sure he was watching my body language. Usually my hair was in a ponytail, but when I knew we had a session I made sure to leave it down. It had grown longer, almost touching the top of my ass crack. I ran my fingers through a strand dangling over my right breast. “I wish you could get me out of here, even if it was only for a little while.”
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. The fact that he was even considering it let me know I was doing a good job. “It’s not as simple as you think. I can’t just walk you out of here. You’re a prisoner. You’re in here for a reason, Ivy.”
I sunk back down in the chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re just like everyone else. You think I was actually capable of what went down. No matter how many times I’ve tried to explain to you that I was set up, you won’t believe me.”