Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(61)

“You really are,” Kylie said, frowning down at the file in front of her as she tried to figure out where the July invoice was when the doorbell rang, alerting them to the fact that the man that Hunter had called a “fucking ungrateful asshole,” was here.

“You have to do the therapy,” Ryan said, shifting his attention to the stack of files that he’d brought with him as Kylie tossed the file aside and-

“I need to answer the door,” she said when she suddenly found herself pulled onto Hunter’s lap.

“No.”

“We talked about this,” she said, sighing softly, as she looked pointedly at the arms holding her hostage.

“Don’t answer that fucking door,” Hunter bit out when the doorbell echoed throughout the house for the third time as he tightened his hold around her.

“It’s either this or jail,” Ryan reminded him right around the time that Kylie decided that she’d heard enough.

“Hunter-” Kylie began only to get cut off with a, “No,” that had her shaking her head because he was being ridiculous.

“I have to answer the door,” she told him as she finally managed to wiggle out of his arms and climb off his lap before he could stop her.

“I’m not kidding, Miss Conley,” Hunter called after her.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” Kylie said over her shoulder, wondering why he was being such a baby about this.

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but at least he avoided prison and to be honest, she really didn’t see what the big deal was. Having therapy three times a week wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the alternative, she thought as she opened the front door and-

“You must be Kylie,” the incredibly handsome man with steel-gray eyes and an angry scar running down the side of his face said with a boyish smile that almost made you forget that he was well over six feet tall, packed with muscle, and looked like he was ready to kill at a moment’s notice.

Almost.

“Are you here to kill me?” she whispered, not all that reassured when he laughed.

“No, but I get that a lot,” he said, his eyes dancing with laughter as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I believe it,” Kylie said, nodding solemnly as she suddenly found herself picked up and placed behind Hunter.

“Thanks for coming, Grey,” Ryan said with a pointed glare in Hunter’s direction as he joined them right around the time that Kylie decided to make herself scarce.

With that in mind, she turned around and headed to the office so that Hunter could have his therapy session in peace and found herself smiling when she thought about last night. Last night had been…

Terrifying.

Okay, so terrifying might not be the best word to describe last night, but it was close. Sort of. God, she wasn’t even making sense to herself, she thought, unable to help but smile as she pulled out the desk chair and-

“It’s not fucking happening,” Hunter snarled as he stormed into the office and dropped his weight on the leather couch.

“You don’t have a choice,” Ryan snapped as he stormed into the room after him while Kylie stood there, blinking and unable to help but wonder why they were in here right now.

“Kylie,” Grey, Hunter’s new therapist and the man that he clearly hated, murmured in greeting as he walked into the room.

“Get someone else,” Hunter bit out with a murderous glare aimed at Grey that the much larger man easily ignored as he strolled around the office, taking in the books on the bookshelves and the pictures and awards that she’d had framed for Hunter on the walls before pausing on the picture that Hunter had taken of her.

“There is no one else, asshole,” Ryan bit out right around the time that she decided that she would probably be more comfortable in the living room.

With that in mind, Kylie placed the small stack of files that she’d been working on, on top of her laptop and-

“They only accepted this deal because I promised to find someone that you couldn’t scare off,” Ryan pointed out before adding, “Now stop acting like a whiny little bitch and let him help you!”

“I don’t need his help,” Hunter said evenly, as he got to his feet and-

“Hunter,” Kylie said, unable to hide the plea in her voice, terrified what would happen to him if he didn’t do this.

His gaze swung to hers and immediately softened. After a slight hesitation, he nodded with a muttered, “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” taking Ryan by surprise.

“Really?” Ryan asked, standing there, blinking in confusion as he watched Hunter drop back down on the couch.

“Sounds good,” Grey said, throwing the picture of her one last glance before he sat down in the chair across from Hunter.

“Well, okay then,” Ryan said, nodding absently, as he threw Hunter one last questioning look before leaving.

Relieved that Hunter was taking this seriously, she picked up the stack of files that desperately needed her attention and-Bit back a heavy sigh as she sat down when she caught the glare that Hunter was sending her. Resigning herself to spending the next hour doing busy work, she set the folders that she needed to go through on the desk, opened her laptop and started going through this morning’s emails. There had to be a better way to automatically filter his emails, she thought even as she couldn’t help but wonder if what was described in the sexually explicit email that she was reading was even possible.