"As you wish," He agrees, sitting between my legs on the floor. "Let's begin then."

For a couple of seconds, my body sticks to the position it's in as I stare down at him in surprise. As much as I hate the idea of talking about my problems with someone I have to pay to listen, I find it odd that he's willing to sit on the floor while I sit above him on the couch so I can be comfortable. I have to wonder if he's a fool or if he's only trying to make money.

"Alright. Where do I start?" I ask myself, thinking back to the last couple of days and everything that's happened since.

"Whenever you feel comfortable," He replies, throwing his head back on my lap as he stares up at me.

For a moment, something inside my chest picks up its pace as I'm a bit flustered at the look he's wearing. He seems much cuter than he lets himself appear to the outside world. I begin to wonder what would happen if he stopped wearing such formal clothes and wore something more casual. He would be the target of all women and men if they're to his taste.

"A couple of days ago," I pause, moving my hands to his hair, caressing the surface of is locks in a gentle manner before I continue to say, "My boyfriend broke up with me for the reason I assume to be that I always space out and don't listen to him."

His eyes widen for some time before returning to their normal size. For some reason, seeing his expression change so often at the things I say, makes me feel a bit better to know he's listening even if he's being paid to. It would be appropriate to assume he's only a distraction for me from the thoughts haunting me daily.

"He may want someone more down-to-earth," He tells me, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, adding, "Someone who can listen to him and give him good advice even on his bad days."

For a moment, I ponder on the reason as to why wants to smile all of a sudden. I find it rather out of the ordinary for him to smile when I'm telling him about such a "sad" predicament. In normal situations, the listener wouldn't smile because it would be hard for one telling the story. Or at least, I think so.

"Someone like his new lover, I assume?" The question leaves me as I recall Alexei telling me all about what he saw.

"Hmm?"

He stares at me with a questioning look as if wondering how I know about. In normal situations, the ex wouldn't have known about their ex's new lover unless they were stalking them. However, I have better things to do that focus on that.

"Alexei told me he caught him cheating on me with his so-called best friend." A genuine smile appears on my face before I continue to say, "But I didn't care because I chose not to. It was about time we broke up."

"Didn't you cheat on him as well?" He inquires, a familiar glint of curiosity clouding those eyes of his.

It's a question I've been wanting to hear for some time now. I find it odd for me not to cheat on him as a sign of revenge, but now that I'm talking to someone about it, I begin to realize it was a petty decision that didn't do anything. Well, it did one thing.

Now that I think about it, how did he know that I cheated? It may be his wording that's confusing me, but it seems like he knows more about me than I think he does, as both a person and a therapist.

"I did," I answer his question with absolute certainty. "It was a stupid decision I made when I was drunk. I never told him and I don't plan to tell him since we've cut off all ties together."

My lips quiver as a smirk dares to grace them for a short while of "happiness" that doesn't even seem to be worth it. I know, for a fact, that the second I smile, I'll come to regret it and feel like even more of a shitty person. As I delve deeper and deeper into my thoughts as my gaze remains fixated on his, I begin to wonder if he would do the same.

"What about you, Dr. Theodore?" I question him, raising an eyebrow in a sense of curiosity and mystery.

"Please, call me Aurelius. We're close enough now," He beams, his grin widening more than necessary in my eyes.

"You haven't answered my question, Aurelius." I grin at the realization that he seems to be dodging my question on purpose.

Maybe it's personal and he doesn't want to disclose anything to his patient, since he doesn't know much about me. I can't say I would blame him. It took me a while before I could talk to Alexei as I do now, not that it matters at all right now.

It could also be that he wants to keep things like that to himself in case someone is listening in on our conversation or I say something about it while I'm drunk in a bar. Not that I would get drunk in a bar or with anyone who isn't close to me in any way.

"I prefer to have one night stands," He tells me, a hint of a small smirk gracing his breathtaking features before he continues to ask me, "What about you, Mr. Roman?"

"I don't hate relationships, but I go in one to relieve myself of my sexual desires without getting an STD or STI," I answer him, falling in to the little trap he's laid out for me, adding, "But I also partake in my fair share of one night stands every now and then."

He's nothing like the other therapists I've been to over the course of the last couple of years. Could it be that he's interested in me as a specimen he can study and understand? If so, then I'm willing to play along with whatever he's going on about. It's been a while since I played with someone.

"That's good to know."

What could he mean by that?