The Assistant(124)

His familiar scent engulfed my senses, and for the first time in a while, I finally felt safe.

Chapter Twenty-nine

“Tell me about your current mood.”

“Annoyed,” I replied through gritted teeth, sending a glare in Adrian’s direction. “Because my idiot of a boyfriend thinks I need therapy when I’ve told him countless times that I’m fine and do not need it.”

He ignored my response. “Answer Dr. Palmer’s question.”

“I did!” I exclaimed in exasperation.

“No, you responded sarcastically and aimed the answer at me. Is that a sign that she’s been mentally traumatised?” Adrian asked with a worried grimace as he turned his attention back to the therapist in front of us.

Dr. Palmer just smiled coolly after looking in between the both of us. “No, Mr. Kingston. Everything looks fine with Emily, and your support is playing a big role in that.”

Adrian smirked. “I think it’s more the sex that I’m giving her that’s playing a role.”

“Adrian!” I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks burn up in mortification. “Can we please leave? I need to start dinner for my parents,” I brought up anxiously, trying to steer the conversation away from the road it was heading in.

“Oh, I forgot about that. Can’t you tell them to come another day? I wanted to eat MacDonald’s.” Adrian pouted, getting off the brown leather sofa sulkily.

“Sure. As long as you call up my mom and tell her the reason behind cancelling the first dinner she’s had with her daughter since she was kidnapped,” I replied smugly, also getting off the sofa.

Adrian cringed at my condition. “Dinner with the in-laws sounds great!” he cheered sarcastically.

“I assume this is the first and last session you’re having with me?” Dr. Palmer spoke up, amusement lacing her tone.


I smiled guiltily. “Yes, it is. I really am fine; he’s just overacting and brought me here by force.” I sent another glare in Adrian’s direction, who was smirking at my reaction.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry, Shortcake.” Adrian wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Thank you for your time. I’m so sorry for wasting it,” I told Dr. Palmer, who was still smiling at both Adrian and me.

“Oh sweetie, it’s fine. You didn’t waste it at all; in fact, this was actually one of my funniest sessions with a client.”

“Because of me, obviously. Emily wouldn’t know humour if it hit her in the face with a French glove,” Adrian scoffed arrogantly.

“Shut up.” I scowled, glaring up at him again.

He smirked in response and placed a quick peck on my lips before I was able to pull away. He grinned at himself in satisfaction when I scowled at him.

“Asshole.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to try it, Shortcake. The heart wants what it wants though-”

“Stop!” I shrieked, flushing in mortification once again at his suggestion and at the fact that he was speaking so openly about it in front of Dr. Palmer.

“Why? Don’t worry about it Shortcake,” Adrian said, as if he was able to read my mind. “There’s that whole doctor-patient confidentiality thing that I had to sign for us, Dr. Palmer won’t say anything to anyone.”

I groaned and shook my head at his argument. “Let’s leave now, please.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay; no need to get your panties in a twist. I like to do that for you.” He smirked.

“LEAVE, ADRIAN.” I yelled, not wanting Dr. Palmer to hear any more of the conversation.

“It was nice to meet you, Emily!” Dr. Palmer called out in amusement.

“You too!” I replied, still humiliated over the conversation she had just witnessed.

“She’s nice,” Adrian commented, an amused smirk appearing on his lips.

“You’re dead,” I warned through gnashed teeth, punching his chest.

“Ouch. You’ve taken the life out of me with that punch. I cannot go on any longer. Help me. Save me,” Adrian responded in a dead pan voice matched with a flat look.

I scowled in response before furiously pressing the elevator button.

“I think I should take you back in there so we can sort out your anger management issues,” Adrian observed.

“I think you should shut up before I knee you where the sun don’t shine.” I smiled sweetly, before looking straight ahead.

“Oh, I see. It’s almost that time of the month, isn’t it?” Adrian asked, bending down so that his face was levelled with my own.

I glared at his amused expression. “Don’t push me,” I warned.

“Don’t. Push. Me. Cos’. I’m. Close. To. The edge,” Adrian recited, stretching his arms out in a DJ move.

A smile forced its way onto my lips and I shook my head at his goofiness. “Idiot.”

He grinned happily and pulled me in for another kiss on the lips just as the elevator doors sprung open. Once he pulled away, he looked into the small silver box before looking back at me with a smirk. “What do you say to some elevator se-”

“No,” I responded flatly, not bothering to wait for him to finish the sentence.

“You’re boring.” He pouted.