AFFAIR WITH A THERAPIST.

xi.

Wednesday
March 5, 2014
Denver, Colorado
12:23 p.m.

Onika's POV

   I couldn't help but to feel a sense of relief when that sentence came from Robyn's lips. A now flushed faced Lauren looked as if she had seen a ghost. I'm assuming it's because she never thought Robyn would have the guts to flat out say she wants a divorce. "You don't mean that, Rob. I know we've been rocky but we can go home and settle–"

"You mean you can come to my house?" Robyn corrected. Meanwhile, I looked away from the two, taking another sip of lemonade. There was nothing that could make me feel bad for Lauren– if anything, it was deserved. "Robyn.. don't do this. We've come so far." Lauren pleaded. I could tell she was beginning to cry and I prayed Robyn didn't give into those crocodile tears. It wasn't my place to speak, so I couldn't tell her not to.

I became so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Robyn pull out a small stack of papers from her black tote bag until Lauren questioned what was on the table. I pretended to look down at my plate as if I was figuring out what I wanted to eat next when in reality, I just wanted to see what was in front of me. Looking up slightly, I could see the front page that read "Divorce Agreement" in bold print. I was shocked to say the least, I didn't expect her to be so forward with it.

"I signed everything I needed to. I'm off to Paris in a few weeks so you either sign now..." Robyn began, holding up a pen. "..Or my lawyer will handle it. Either way, we are getting a divorce and I mean that." She stated in a tone so firm. I knew she was mad but I couldn't help but to find it so sexy. I remained quiet while silence filled the place once again. Only this time it was a long, uncomfortable silence.

After a few minutes, I could see a teary eyed Lauren snatch the pen out of Robyn's grasp from the corner of my eye. She was really starting to piss me off with her attitude. There was no reason why she should be upset after all the dirt she dumped on Robyn. "You're a completely different person." Lauren sniffled while writing her name on the line in cursive. "You'll regret it. Don't come running back when this bitch decides to be done with you." She angrily muttered.

I could see Robyn beginning to say something, but it was now my time to speak. I cleared my throat loudly so that the attention was on me and looked Lauren directly in the eyes. "Now Lauren, just because I'm sitting here quietly does not mean I won't get out of this chair and slam this fucking glass against your head. Watch who the fuck you talking to before I show you what a bitch really is. You haven't seen one yet but you can." I said calmly.

To my surprise, she quickly looked elsewhere and slammed the pen on the table. I guess she was intimidated, which made me chuckle. Robyn couldn't do much but let out a sigh. I knew she didn't want to defend Lauren so all she did was look at me. I decided that I'd back down until she was gone.

   "Anyways, Lauren. I'll be making arrangements to have a moving crew at my house tomorrow to get your stuff out. Security is there now to deny entry so you can't go back. I know you still have ownership of the home I bought you a few years back in Castle Pines. They will be moving your things there." Robyn explained.

At this point Lauren had tears running down her face and could barely respond without breaking down in between words. "So this is it? You're.. you're going to send me off like that?" She asked in disbelief. Robyn slightly gasped. "Oh! You're right, I forgot. You can give me my house keys." Without hesitation, Lauren dug into her purse and gave Robyn all the keys connected to their– I mean her home.

"And... the ring?" Lauren questioned, peering down at her left hand while her right continued to wipe her tears away. "Well as you can see, I no longer have mine. You can do what you want with yours. Pawn it, toss it, doesn't matter to me." Robyn responded nonchalantly. I could tell she was tired of the interaction with Lauren and at this point I was too. "Anymore questions?"

   Within seconds Lauren threw the ring at Robyn's face and stormed out. "Is everything okay?" A waitress asked, quickly approaching our table after Lauren slammed the door on her way out. "We are fine, the check would be nice." I said. After kindly declining a to go box and receiving the check, Robyn placed a one hundred dollar bill inside and left a thank you note before we made our departure. Not to mention— she threw away the ring.

   Once we were inside the car, I could tell there was something wrong. Robyn's body language said it all, whether she wanted to admit or not. "I know that was pretty intense– especially around all those people in there." I said. That's when I noticed a tear trickle down her cheek. This was the second time I've seen her cry and it hurt just as much as it did the first time.

"Don't cry, honey." I slightly pouted, reaching forward to wipe away the stray tear. That's when we made eye contact. Her striking green eyes connected to mine. "Look... I know it took a lot of courage to do what you did. I'm so fucking proud of you Robyn. Not as your therapist, but as your friend." I spoke softly, caressing her cheek. "I know I probably stepped out of line and for that I am so—"

I couldn't even finish my apology before Robyn put her index finger against my lips. "Onika, you have no reason to apologize. If someone called me out my name I would say something too. I apologize if I made it seem like you had to be sorry. I appreciate you so much, as my therapist and friend." She assured. It felt like time stopped completely as we continued to stare at one another.

Robyn leaned towards me until our lips were inches apart. I swallowed hard, realizing what was about to happen. The funny thing is, I was finally ready for it. "Can I?" She asked, placing a hand on my thigh. Adrenaline ran rapid through my entire body, making my temperature rise. I couldn't even get a word out, so instead I nodded my head yes.

In an instant, Robyn's lips pressed against mine and I closed my eyes, soaking up the moment. I wasn't sure where we'd go from here and I didn't care. I was living in the moment.

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