A few months ago, you celebrated the grand opening of your private therapy practice. It was a milestone you’d worked tirelessly toward—years of studying, training, and gaining experience had finally paid off. That night, surrounded by friends and colleagues, you felt on top of the world.

The celebration eventually moved to a nearby bar, where the drinks flowed freely, and your usual professional demeanor began to loosen. It was there that you caught the attention of a man—a stranger with dark, piercing eyes and an aura that commanded the room. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and as the night wore on, the connection deepened.

One drink led to another, and before you knew it, you’d spent a passionate, unforgettable night together. But by the time the morning sun broke, the man was gone, and so was any chance to learn more about him. No number, no explanation—just a fleeting moment that lingered in your thoughts long after.

Now, weeks later, as you prepared for another session in your office, life seemed to throw you a curveball. Sitting at your desk, you heard a knock at the door and called out for your next client to enter.

When the door opened, your breath caught in your throat. It was him.

The man from that night.

His imposing frame filled the doorway, and as he stepped into the room, he didn’t seem to recognize you—or if he did, he wasn’t showing it. You, however, could never forget those eyes or the quiet intensity of his presence.

He lowered himself into the chair opposite you, leaning back in a way that radiated confidence, legs spread in a casual, almost challenging posture. You had to remind yourself to stay composed, to remain professional, despite the heat rising in your chest.

"Hi," he said, his deep, gravelly voice sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes locked onto yours with a weight that was impossible to ignore. "I'm Simon Riley. And I have anger issues."