After Dark💀

Mrs. Pearson

David keeps rotating his pen between his fingers. Mrs. Pearson is becoming a problem. The problem with problems such as the one she presents is that he has to fix them, he just has to.

"You remind me of someone." she says suddenly, surprising his client as well because why would he bring up someone else in the middle of a session?

"Really? who and how so?"

"Her name was Kim. She was quite like you in many ways Mrs. Pearson." David responds, his eyes making a bee-line from her eyes to her exposed cleavage. She must have planned to leave it that exposed. This is the first time coming to his office dressed quite so revealingly.

"Good ways, I hope." Mrs. Pearson responds smiling gently, her face flustered. And who wouldn't be? sitting across a man who commands the entire room even before he utters a word. "And perhaps you shouldn't call me Mrs. Pearson anymore, with the separation and all." she adds, a hint of joy and relief in her voice.

"What then?"

"Dalia is fine."

Pretty name and terrible manners, David thinks, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He does not understand what exactly seems to be causing a stir in his pants, especially considering how displeased he is with her.

"Do you think getting back with him will be an option in future?" he asks, partly to distract himself. Deep down, he hopes her answer is yes. Yet, it is not.

"Why would I want to do that? That man turned my life upside down, he dragged me down, abused me and neglected me and still had some audacity left to cheat on me! I would be caught dead before I harbor such terrible thought."

And quite clearly the thoughts are so terrible to her that she is visibly shaking by the time the last word leaves her mouth. David remembers when his mother left, he was only ten. She walked out one day and never came back after a prolonged period of endless fighting with his father. Why did she leave? He would ask his father. Because she had no more fight left in her. I was never enough, his father would respond.

Shuddering at the thought of everything that came after, he gets on his feet and slowly walks toward Dalia. The shaking has reduced, and now she seems to have zoned out. He stands behind her chair and places his right hand on her shoulder, startling her. Dalia doesn't turn around, or move and for a split second her state of submission excites him. From his angle he can see the edges of her pink push-up bra and the goose bumps forming on the soft skin of her breasts.

"We'll pick up from there in our next session, Dalia." he says, watching her disappointment sits squarely on her face.