Chapter 5 Therapy With Mr Pompous

• Sofia's POV
• For a moment, I had forgotten the reason I was here or rather kidnapped.
• I just wanted to admire the cold look on his face for as long as I can and watch him stare back at me with those emerald-green eyes.
• The fact that he doesn't care if we had the same type of eyes hurts me deeply and even for once, I wanted him to say something about it.
• We had our seats on the opposite sides of the glass table and I was lost in my wild thoughts.
• I don't know what was going on with me but there could only be one answer.
• My heart was racing crazily for this random hot stranger and I pushed the blame on the loneliness I've experienced all these years.
• All by myself.
• But why now? I met with a couple of men during my job hunt that day and did not feel this insane emotion until now.
• I thought love at first sight is a fairy tale. A fvcking fiction to make a story look good but I was beginning to think the opposite.
• I just met this man and I'm turning into something else.
• 'Wake up to reality, Sofia' I tightened my fist under the table, knowing full well it wasn't a dream anymore.
• "You're staring again?" His husk voice sounded in my ears and I realized my eyes were on his although my mind consciousness was wandering for a bit.
• My brows furrowed and I responded rather quickly. "What the--"
• At the last minute, I resolved to hold back my violence and speak rather calmly like the licensed therapist they believe me to be.
• "So, what's your problem, Mr...." I don't know his name other than the self-provided 'Mr Zero emotion' but that wasn't the main problem at the moment.
• I was barely remembering everything that I read about therapy sessions that day.
• Even starting the session was appearing tough.
• I'm not sure if the drug they induced me with is responsible but I have to pretend I know what I'm doing even if I don't.
• He stared rather blankly at me instead of responding and I was tempted to say 'You're staring now' but damn Sofia, you're playing the role of a calm-headed psychotherapist.
• Doesn't that make him a psycho?
• A sly smile formed at the corners of my lips.
• "What's funny?" For a reason best to him, he decides to pick on my smiles.
• Was it tempting?
• My forehead creased as I mumbled, "What? I asked for your name"
• "And I asked you a question?" He fired, almost angrily and that was enough to make me gulp.
• If he kept going this way, then I might be forced to rip off my psychotherapist's skin and prove to him that I'm infected with the same psycho illness I've come to heal.
• "I'm just happy we're progressing. Can I have your name now? It will help us proceed well" I forced a smile.
• His face remained unchanged and I could see muscles tightening up around his neck region.
• What's exactly wrong with this dude?
• I wasn't going to be here but now I've been kidnapped and forced to seat.
• The best thing was to act cool and not flame up the situation.
• "You got nothing to do with my fvcking name, and spare me that funny look! "
• He tightened his fist and I could see his firm muscles cracking against the fabric he had one.
• I had no idea he was a madman.
• A cute-looking madman.
• To think I was falling for him already.
• I was going to say red flag but oh my gosh, he looks so Irresistible when he's annoyed.
• The perfectly folded skin on his forehead. His tightened jaw. The outlined muscles trailed up his neck. The converging flickering gold around his green charming eyes when his rage is triggered.
• That's right. I accept that I'm crazy and need therapy just like the man in front of me.
• No one can ever be normal after spending the last decade in isolation.
• A good reason I believe my attraction to him was only a result of my loneliness.
• I'm still a woman and I got those fvcking feelings...
• "Alright then...We're just gonna go with 'Mr Pompous' for the duration of this therapy "I made sure to keep a straight face as I say it and my crazy side sipped a glass of violence with me.
• She was proud of me.
• His eyes darkened instantly and he glared murderously at me with the slight tweak of his lips to the opposite direction.
• "You--" He growled, rising to his feet and connecting a punch to the glass table between us.
• I was expecting a crack to spread across but nothing. Poor glass.
• I smiled mischievously within me and outwardly, I pretended to wear a concerned look.
• I wasn't scared of him if that's what he was trying to do.
• His rage only excited me and I was tempted to push even further.
• He thought I was a normal therapist.
• "Mind your speech or I'll kick you out" He threatened me aloud and I couldn't help but sigh.
• ' You kidnapped me here, Mr Pompous. Does it look like I want to be here?'
• I wanted to say it aloud but I held back myself as I wasn't sure myself.
• Somehow, it was exciting to be here, pretending to be a psychotherapist.
• "Can we continue now?" I asked in the calmest way possible and cocked my eyes upward to meet his downward stares.
• I could detect already that he had anger issues even as a fake therapist.
• So... That's his problem... The rage.
• The same rage that excites me. Another solid evidence that I'm built differently.
• The longer I existed without seeing a good therapist, the crazier it gets up there in my head.
• I had my own demons to fight.
• Instead of sitting back, he nudged his face closer in my direction with his hand resting on the surface of the table.
• My heart raced and I gulped heavily at the thought of feeling his lips on mine.
• I was weak right now to even think about resisting him.
• I was going to close my eyes when his lips were only an inch far and he whispered to me.
• "I know you're fake"
• A creepy smile formed on my face and I bit my lower lip.
• Is he just realizing it now?
• What point was he trying to make?
• I guess he was thinking I would go on my knees and begin begging him but,
• "What were you thinking when you pick the last on the list?"
• I whispered back at him and my eyes blinked twice.
• Mr Pompous nodded at me. Slowly.
• He did not look vexed, rather relaxed as he pulled his face backwards and rest his back on the chair he was sitting in.
• "So... You're no therapist?"
• That was the last question I was expecting and I gulped in.
• "Therapy sucks, Man"
• What the fvck!
• I was supposed to mumble it within me but I didn't realize that I had left it out of my narrow throat.
• Damn! I'm in for trouble now.
• I was expecting him to curse angrily at me as before but the opposite happened.
• He suddenly burst into laughter and it was my turn to have a creased forehead.
• I was shocked and wondered if this was the extent to which his madness went.
• 'What is funny?' I tried to ask him but my lips failed me.
• I thought his rage was exciting to watch but there's nothing that satisfies better than seeing him laugh.
• It was perfect, as all things should be.
• Dale suddenly ran inside and halts sharply with his eyes darting from Mr pompous to me and the look on his face could be termed as a confused one.
• "What's going on?" He demanded, moving closer to me and I couldn't help but shrug and say internally, 'Maybe I triggered the madness I'm supposed to cure. Who cares? He looks cute this way'
• "Brother?" Dale turned in his direction and I couldn't help but gasp at the revelation.
• Oh my... my... They're brothers?
• I thought he was the boss and--
• I shook my head and blink my eyes, watching Mr pompous seize laughing to face Dale.
• "What's the matter?" Mr pompous asked with a furrowed brow and Dale leaned close to whisper some inaudible words into his ears.
• Suddenly, his green eyes darkened and I could tell whatever information was passed across, angered him greatly.
• "That son of a b¡tch!" He cursed and rose to his feet, leaving us as he headed for the door.
• I wanted to ask what was going on but non of it was my business so all I could do was turn to see his back.
• He stopped midway and turned back to see us.
• "Send her home and pay her up. Add extra "
• Mr pompous vanished into the dark hallway and I gulped heavily.
• Extra? What's going on? Everything happening with him has been based on confusion.
• I didn't even offer any service.
• All we did was try to claw each other.
• I tilt my face back to the original position to see Dale smiling at me with his hand behind him.
• "I didn't believe in you at first but now I do, you went the extra mile to make the boss laugh after months. No one will ever believe what I saw. Thank you, Miss Sofia"
• What? I didn't know which part I should focus my shock on.
• The part where he hasn't laughed for months or the 'thank you' from Dale.
• I was still trying to understand this confusion when he beckoned at me and say. "Come. We'll drop you off at your street, we're going out"
• I followed after Dale and as we moved down the hallway, he got my account information and promised to send my payment on our way.
• I was still trying to understand the situation.
• Right from the moment I picked up Dale's call to this point in time.
• Everything happening has been rather strange and confusing at the same time.
• I didn't know what to think anymore.
• I joined Dale in the waiting Sedan and was shocked to see Mr pompous beside me in the passenger seat.
• His brows were furrowed as they cocked at me.
• "What are you doing here?" His husk sounded almost harshly at me.
• I sneered.
• "We're giving her a ride" Dale starts the ignition of the vehicle and drove off speedily.
• During the drive, he kept his eyes outside the window and I occasionally glanced at him.
• Probably waiting for him to stare back and realize my existence but nothing.
• He was back to wearing his zero-emotion face.
• Dale claimed he hadn't laughed for months.
• Could this exactly be true? What's up with the sadness of this chiselled face, husked voice man?
• When I finally felt the urge to engage him in a conversation, the vehicle arrived at my place and I had no option but to alight with a long face.
• I wasn't going to see Mr pompous again and it hurts me deeply.
• "Can I have your--" Whoosh! The vehicle shot away almost blowing me off with the strong wind it unleashed.
• "Number!" I screamed into the air and tightened my fist.
• Damn! He was gone. Forever.
• I was sad, yet wondered why?
• He was only a stranger who I'm mysteriously attracted to for one reason. Loneliness.
• My phone buzzed and I raised the screen with a long face but it instantly became brightened.
• It was a credit of fifty thousand dollars.
• What's wrong with these people? Who are they exactly?
• I had many things going on in my mind and I finally resolved to sleep it all off but all I keep seeing when I close my eyes was his face.
• That fvcking chiselled face. Those green eyes glared widely at me with zero emotion.