Seduction Therapy

By Elisa Riley

Steamy Seduction Romance. Sexual Fantasies Come True.

A full-length, standalone romance with an HEA ending and no cliffhangers.

When young Chloe Davies meets her therapist, Robert Anderson, she had long since given up hope of pursuing genuine happiness. She didn't expect to find a stunningly handsome hunk of a man who understands her deepest secrets and desires.

He is every woman's fantasy - strong, sexy, confident, and completely in control.

From the moment their eyes meet, she is drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame, she can't keep away from the irresistible heat of their fire. Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is inescapable. He awakens her heart and she can’t get enough of the chemistry that sizzles between them.

He is supposed to help her get better. But despite his desire to protect her, will he instead be the one who'll hurt her the most?

Note: This is a standalone, full-length romance. No cliffhangers with HEA ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: melissahollandaise
• Release date: Jan 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370527113

Book preview

Prologue

"How much do you

love

me

?"

Our nude bodies are pressed together, the sound of our heavy breathing is the only audible sound in the room as we lay in the own comfort of his mattress. Underneath the thin dull sheet, his hand drew circles onto my back, long fingers softly caressing my skin as my eyes flutter with each movement.

"More than you'll

ever

know

."

He always told me he loved me, but I knew better than to believe that. He was in love with my body, and the fact that he could take advantage of me without getting a consequence.

He was supposed to help me get better. He wasn't to mistreat me and use me for intimate purposes.

He's a sinner.

However, I am one too simply because I let him do this

to

me

.

Seventeen year old Chloe Davies attends therapy sessions where she meets Robert styles, the terrible man who sins upon her

innocent

soul

.

Chapter

1

"Do you ever feel at discomfort when

around

men

?"

I sigh with frustration at the woman with the clipboard who keeps throwing impeccable and irritable questions at me. She and no one else will not understand that I'm completely fine. They all think I'm immune to every little thing I frown at. I'm fine, all because I don't have a smile plastered on my face like every other human being, I'm supposedly still strung up about past tense problems.

I'm

fine

.

No.

Do you ever isolate yourself away from others because of what happened?

Look, I'm fine. I'm not in any way depressed or ill or whatever it is you think I am. I'm perfectly fine and I don't need help. I huff, crossing my arms as I slump down on the cold metal chair.

Laura sweeps her blonde hair out her face, sighing as she sets her clipboard down and drags her chair away from the opposite side of the desk. She impatiently taps her red painted acrylic nails against the wooden table, before sighing

once

more

.

Chloe, I'm just trying to help you. Look, I know it's not fun being in here with me throwing questions at you left and right, but You're mother said you haven't been the same since-

She's not my mother. I sharply cut

her

off

.

Abbie was not my mother, she was my aunt. Abbie was a middle aged woman who fostered me into her home a few years ago when I needed a place to stay. Her boyfriend Josh just moved in last week and she reported to my social worker that I've been acting strange since. Abbie thought I was going to have my problems again and decided to bring me to therapy again.

I've already been through this. They'll ask me questions and I’ll tell them I'm fine. They won’t believe me and until I show some kind of improvement, I will have to spend every Tuesday and Thursday after school being in a unfamiliar room with an adult who pokes around with

my

life

.

"You're right. Abbie is not your mother, however. She's your legal guardian and she said you haven't been yourself lately. Now your records

say

that

-"

I know what they say, I don't need to hear it aloud. I mumble and I see Laura slightly roll her eyes as she scoots off of her chair.

It's very rude to interrupt someone, Chloe.

It's very stupid for me to be here when I don't have problems, Laura. I retaliate.

Are you alright with Having someone else talk to you for today? I want to see how you interact with him. Laura skeptically eyes me, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Bring 'em in. I shrug.

Laura leaves the room, I know she's watching me through the one sided mirror pane probably talking to social services or worse, Abbie.

The door swings open and in walks Laura, accompanied by a man. His hair is tussled around and chest tattoos are peaking out of the tips of his black T-shirt. His lanky legs are covered by jeans and worn out boots cover

his

feet

.

Our eyes lock and he offers me a smile. I stare at him uninterested as I look down at my paint chipped nails.

Chloe, This is Robert Anderson. He'll be accompanying us today. If this session goes well, He'll be assisting you every Tuesday and Thursday. If that's too uncomfortable for you, I'll also attend the sessions-

I'm seventeen, Laura, I don't need your assistance or anyone's assistance for the matter. I blow out an

angry

huff

.

Laura thought she needed to be extra careful around me as if I were going to break at one little slip up. she thought I was an oversensitive, naive girl who 'needed help'. I do not need help,

I'm

fine

.

They ignore my ignorance and sit down opposite of me at the table. Laura clicks her pen multiple times, staring at her note filled clip board.

Hi, Chloe. I'm Robert. He extends his arm across the table, awaiting for me to shake his hand. I stare at it with crossed arms and he sheepishly retrieves.

"Alright, well I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions. Is

that

okay

?"

I hated how they all spoke to me like I was a toddler; They spoke to me with small words and made sure they took their time to speak extra slow so that I 'understand' what their saying.

I gave no reply, staring at the wall clock behind them. I've been here for at least two hours answering questions and waiting for Abbie to pick

me

up

.

Okay, Can I have your full name?

He

asks

.

Chloe Davies. I flatly respond.

No middle name? His eyebrows raise and I nonchalantly shrug.

My mom said there was no need for a second first name. My name sounds better without one, anyways.

But your first name has two names. That counts as something right? He leans his elbows on the table and I offer a small smile.

"No it doesn't. Chloe is one name not two, It's

just

that

-"

We're getting off topic, you two. Robert please continue with the questions. Laura curtly puts our conversation to

an

end

.

How old were you when You're-

Nine. I didn't like to be reminded of what happened. It made me feel horrible and made me feel Like a sinner.

How long did it go on for? Months, Years?

Laura, you already know the answers to these questions. why am I answering them again?

I

sigh

.

Like I said before, I want to see how you respond to Robert. it's simple questions, if you answer them, we'll let you leave. Laura looks up from her clipboard and I scoff.

Years. It stopped when I was fifteen. I say answering the question uncomfortably. I feel Robert's gaze on me, burning a hole through my body. I look up at catch him staring

at

me

.

He continues to stare at me for what seems like an eternity, until his eyes divert back to Laura's clipboard.

I finish answering the critical questions and before I know it, Laura is leading us outside of the room where I find Abbie standing in the Hall, heels clicking at the tiles as she spots us and

walks

over

.

Rose, baby. she gushes, pulling me into a hug. she acts as if we were just reunited.

Abbie, you're squishing me. I mumble pushing away from her. I'm Angry with her for sending me to therapy. Everything's her fault.

Chloe, make sure you show up on Tuesday, alright? Laura points her pen

at

me

.

Yeah. I breathe, rolling my eyes when she holds her arms out, expecting me to hug her. I lean for a hug anyways, she pats me on the back stiffly.

My eyes flicker to Robert, I let go of Laura and walk up to Robert, wrapping my arms around and bringing my lips up to his earlobe.

Bye, Mr. Anderson. I whisper.

Chapter

2

Where's Laura?

I lean against the door frame of Robert's office, My school back pack slumping on my right shoulder. He looks up briefly, acknowledging my presence as he welcomes me inside. Last week, you claimed you didn't need her assistance so she won't be arriving until after the session is over. Robert thoroughly explains. I frown. As much as I loathed Laura, I admit I need her here. To me, She's somewhat more of a guardian than Abbie is, but I will never acknowledge that aloud. "Take

a

seat

,"

My backpack drops to the floor with a thud as I slump into the leather couch, sitting directly across Robert. I lean forward, taking a candy off the mint tray, as I watch Robert bring out a clipboard. I look around the office, this place is so cliché; Potted plants stand in every corner of the room, along with bookshelves that stand almost as high as the ceiling. His desk is neatly arranged with psychology paperbacks sprawled out, and the place smells like febreeze. "If you don't mind, I'm going to ask you some questions and take notes about what you say so that I Keep it fresh in my memory. Does that sound alright

with

you

?"

Mhm.

This is where my offensive side always kicked in. I hated answering the degrading questions that made me feel like something actually was wrong with me. It made me rethink of myself, and for that I didn't respond to most questions resulting me into longer sessions in the past. Chloe Davies, He writes my name down and I yawn, looking at my nails out of interest.

Who do you live with, Chloe?

He

asks

.

My aunt Abbie and her boyfriend Josh who just moved in. I reply. He looks at me wearily, before writing

something

down

.

And do you feel comfortable living with them? Does Josh treat you alright?

"He treats

me

fine

."

Well what about you living with them? Are you comfortable-

"Why are you asking me these questions, shouldn't you be asking me questions about I don't know, Let's see, The real fucking reason why I'm here instead of how my life is at home with my

shit

aunt

?"

I know it was out of proportion to make a fuss about questions but I couldn't help it, It was the same demeaning questions that I had to answer all the time and I was about ninety nine percent done

with

it

.

I was just trying to know my client better through some basic information, But if that's going to be a problem for you then we can head onto more advanced questions. He simply stated, not fazed by my little outburst. Robert differed from Laura to an extreme level. He could cope with my closed-in personality and overflowing mouth, Unlike Laura who always said if I keep getting out of control over something small, She'll call security in to sedate me with a needle. I don't think she's allowed to make such accusations like that, or would even think of sticking a sedating needle in my arm, however she said it to make me quiet. It worked.

When did you last hear from your mother?

He

asks

.

I bite on my lip,