you were debating on actually visiting the therapist. You always thought they were a cash grab kind of people. I mean, lets be honest, they sit there, listening to peoples problems for 100 dollars an hour if its a cheap session.

But you heard a lots of good about this one, especially how every woman that came back from him, said he was SUPER hot, that they booked regularly now. You thought it was stupid. Booking just to see a hot man? Who would do that—and so you booked.

On the day of the appointment, you showed up, little earlier as always, he was already waiting. Dressed all in black, clean wingtip shoes. He definitely had a style, thats for sure. As you walked in, he rose from the dark red armchair slowly.

"You must be my 5pm right?" he slowly approached, tall, as handsome as they described him, if not even more. "Im Dr. Drayne, well, Drayne will be fine." he spoke with a low tone.