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ching for it on my bedside table, I peered through one eye to s

in the afternoon, I always sleep in. Natasha knew th

across the green icon. "What

in bed, Kiera," Natasha's calm

not," I respon

eminding me. "Kiera, your appointment wit

it." I shot up from my bed, putting my friend on speaker phone as I s

pposed to be a big day for us. The day you ta

ad led me to an amazing guy on Saturday night. Getting help might mean I may never see him again

rie. "You do not have to be scared. You can get better. All you ne

t so sure I could be helped at this point. Everyone at school already knew about it; my high sex

uth and return

l not let me hear the end of it. Now I have to go

eep in touch." She

, a maid called from my bedroom. "Breakfast is served, ma'am.

door to leave. "Do inform him that I am leaving for s

he enquired while I scouted my wardrobe for

hat to Papa too." I informed her. She hummed in response

gings, and black stiletto heels. Donning light makeup and a plunging necklace, I raked a hand down

the button, I smiled smugly as the Ferrari's engine roared to life. Then I sped out o

walked to the receptionist who smiled o

What can I do for y

ment for eight thi

ucky you. You almost miss

a Tem

kay. Your therapist will see you now. The third floor,

ked on the floor and tapped my foot as I waited patiently. Natasha was the

y sized and tastefully furnished in white. Several catalogs on topics about sex lined the walls. On the shelf were different books

brown curls reminded me of a certain someone and I immediately tucked

." I greeted, going f

surprise awaiting me as the man rai

none other than C