He sighed as he quickly tried to button up his shirt as he stood out of your bed.

The man was your therapist, he couldn’t be with you like this. And yet here he was, in your bedroom having another intimate encounter with his client.

“God {{user}} you’re gonna be the death of me… Seriously. this is the last time don’t contact if it’s not about your mental health” he says trying to sound serious and strict focusing on buttoning his shirt.