Behind Their Veneers

ld be so soon," Jordan mused as he watched her sip h

ced wasn't the problem because this wasn't the first time but her dropping the

departure. He was scheduled to leave by 10p.m and with all things being equal, he would be back in Manhattan by tomorrow morning, but as he ha

r of his business trip, since she was already familiar with his h

rapist," she had instructed as she dropped her purse onto his

d her and placed his briefcase on top

he retorted without turning around as sh

e argument this morning and it was still too early to handle an obstinate Carol and his decision to not argue

ing noise from the coffee machine. He quickly sent a text to Skull,

with a cup of coffee in hand. Jordan raised an ey

ioning gaze before blowing air into the ch

u made one fo

ingly taking another sip of her coffee. He rolled his eyes

sso. . . I don't know how you could manage to drink that thing anyway," she sh

e naturally as a favourite for him, especially espresso wh

other. She giggled as she read something from her phone and soon enough her phone rang. Hastily, she dropped the cup

the briefcase and began working on some files his p

ell get som

ng his cup of coffee as he heard Carol's

ded approval from him as the boss and a few more critics, although they would pretty much agree to anything he did since he was the Jordan

by Alise Miller, his personal assistant, he heard Carol

.m. The therapy place is in the city. Might take a couple of minutes to get there and I don't w

been having dirty talks with his sister. He knew she didn't do well with dirty talks.

wn at him where he was still se

n't have much time," she sputtere

ace before grabbing his briefcase and following after her. Someone de

when they had settled into the back seat of his gray co

ly from the therapist's place. I have a meet

rearview mirror with his eyes wide in surprise, to his misfortune, his eyes collided with Jordan's hard and expre

e car engine revved to life and

it was pretty serene and less busier than the usual bustling streets of the city

t and cafe with the little burger model at the top until his eyes settled on the building

e about three storeys to it. His chocolate brown eyes, which were now behind dark shades, thoroughly scrutinized the

ning a few curious looks from passerbys. They knew that face looked familiar but they couldn't quite p

peaking in the distance. They walked into the lobby and soon arrived at the re

ng he assumed to be a white shirt and pantsuit or a skirt because only t

eing called by her name and not Levine, Leonardo's makeshift last name

emale. She would be an easier pr

t you dare bail on me. If you think I'm kidding. . . Then, try me," she threatened as she dusted the imaginary specks of dust

h only the white marble floor tiles acting as a total contrast to the dark setting. He was at least pleased that the therapist hadn

. The only sounds in the room were the low howls of the air condition as it blew cold air i

tent life form in the room, the place had the tranquility he alwa

se me

es met with the hazel eyed receptionist and he saw her standing a few feet away from him, conveniently giving him the

ything, sir? Maybe

ediately, he saw her visibly tense up as the smile evaporated from her lips and her eyes widened in realisation, fear and surpr

his eyes. Resting his head on the back rest of the couch, he wav

e that until he heard the ringtone

.?" He a

an come o

?" He was counting on a last

resolve might be cracking. Now, a

eally have to go," he tried again. Who

er. Get up here this instant," Or not.

the elevator. "It's the third floor. Door in the middle," t

n the middle of the small space that seemed like another lobby although it was totally empty.

floor to ceiling window at the far side of the office to see the streets of Manhattan below and rolled up against the ceiling were black coloured Venetian bli

also had a goo

ists or secretaries who sought his attention and even someone with bad

eated behind the desk. He couldn't see her face because she had her head down as she brought out a few items from her desk drawe

d to look at him while dabbing her nose with a tissue

she c

his gaze. He had to admit that he was very wrong when he had assumed his supposed therapist was an old or midd

op the bridge of her nose, making only a bit of her eyes t

g perfectly straight. His eyes went lower and he felt himself harden at the mere sight of her pink plump and luscious

he dress she wore. He didn't know what was so special about her collarbones but he found them sexy and for a br

oking breasts. Unconsciously, he gulped and looked back up at her fa

rmally found in the eyes of basically anyone who stood before him, only to find eyes void of any expression. Her eye

't scare

ew who J.K was. He continued to stare with his cold, emotionless and intense orbs, determined to elicit that fear in her like eve

ide and saw Carol giving them both a look with a mischievous smirk. He was glad she had done

curious look at Carol who exclaim

rdan Kale. Jordan, my therapist and friend, E

ld Pe

aking, "Nice to meet you," she greeted but h

unded Australian. He was taken aback by how soft her voice was and he could fee

Carol prompting him to give a reply to

uld come up with?' His subconscious chas

hedule for your sessions?" She suggested as she stood up and grabbed her stuff, inte

ut he knew what to do. If she wouldn't listen, then he would've to 'persuade' someo

door but she stopped beside

be fun," she remarked mischievously before sashaying he

as relaxed as ever and not at all tensed, as though he were a typical everyday person

chairs placed opposite her and he complied, still s

ore placing her pen in the middle of it. He watched as she

re now protruding even more through her dress due to h

pants. On the exterior, he appeared calm and collected but that was a total contrast to how h

ponder on Carol's words

gin?" She asked in her

between my

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