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“EXCUSE me.” The petite brunette behind the desk stood in a rush as I walked by. “You can’t go in there. Dr. Lucas is with a patient now.”
I grabbed the knob and opened the door, walking into Anne’s office without breaking stride.
Her head snapped up, her green eyes widening the instant before her red mouth curved in a satisfied smile. The woman on the couch across from her blinked at me in confusion, swallowing whatever she’d been about to say.
“I’m so sorry, Dr. Lucas,” the brunette said breathlessly. “I tried to stop him.”
Anne slithered to her feet, her eyes on me. “An impossible task, Michelle. Don’t worry, you can go.”
The receptionist backed out. Anne glanced at her patient. “We’ll have to cut today’s appointment short. I apologize for this incredibly rude interruption”—she glared at me—“and of course I won’t charge you. Please talk to Michelle about rescheduling.”
I waited in the open door as the flustered woman gathered her stuff, and then I moved aside as she stepped out.
“I could’ve called security,” Anne said, leaning back against the front of her desk and crossing her arms.
“After going to all the trouble of luring me here? You wouldn’t.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Regardless, it’s good to see you.” She dropped her arms and gripped the edge of her desk in a deliberately provocative pose, exposing her bare thigh as the slit in her blue wrap dress slid open.
“I can’t say the same.”
Her smile tightened. “Break your toys, then throw them away. Does Eva know her days are numbered?”
“Do you?”
Unease dimmed her bright eyes and shook her smile. “Is that a threat, Gideon?”
“You’d like for it to be.” I stepped closer, watched her pupils dilate. She was becoming aroused and that revolted me as much as the smell of her perfume. “Might make your game more interesting.”
She straightened and came toward me, her hips swaying, her red-soled black stilettos sinking into the plush carpet.
“You like to play, too, lover,” she purred. “Tell me, have you tied up your pretty fiancée? Flogged her into a frenzy? Shoved one of your extensive array of dildos into her ass, so that it fucked her while you pounded her pussy for hours? Does she know you, Gideon, the way I do?”
“Hundreds of women know me the way you do, Anne. Do you think you were special? The only thing memorable about you is your husband and how it eats at him that I’ve had you.”
Her hand swung up to slap me and I didn’t stop her, taking the hit unflinchingly.
I wish what I’d said were true, but I had been particularly depraved with her, seeing ghosts of her brother in the curve of her smile, her mannerisms—
I caught her wrist when she made a grab for my cock. “Leave Eva alone. I won’t tell you twice.”
“She’s the chink in your armor, you heartless piece of shit. You’ve got ice in your veins, but she bleeds.”
“Is that a threat, Anne?” I asked, calmly tossing her words back to her.
“Absolutely.” She yanked free of my grip. “It’s time to pay, and your billions won’t cover the debt.”
“Raising the stakes with a declaration of war? Are you that stupid? Or don’t you care what this will cost you? Your career … your marriage … everything.”
I moved toward the door, my stride leisurely even as fury burned through me. I’d brought this down on Eva. I had to clean it up.
“Just watch me, Gideon,” she called after me. “See what happens.”
“Have it your way.” I paused with my hand on the doorknob. “You’ve started this, but make no mistake, the final move will be mine.”
“HAVE you had any nightmares since we last saw each other?” Dr. Petersen asked, his demeanor laid back and quietly interested, the requisite tablet in his lap.
“No.”
“How often would you say you have them?”
I sat as comfortably as the easygoing doctor but was irritably restless inside. I had too much to deal with to waste an hour of my time. “Lately, once a week. Sometimes a little longer in between.”
“What do you mean by lately?”
“Since I met Eva.”
He jotted something down with his stylus. “You’re facing unfamiliar pressures as you work on your relationship with Eva, but the frequency of your nightmares is lessening—at least for now. Do you have any thoughts as to why?”
“I thought you were supposed to be explaining that to me.”
Dr. Petersen smiled. “I can’t wave a magic wand and give you all the answers, Gideon. I can only help you sort through it.”
I was tempted to wait for him to say more, make him do most of the talking. But the thought of Eva and her hopes that therapy was going to make some sort of difference goaded me to speak. I’d promised to try, so I would. To a degree. “Things are smoothing out for us. We’re in sync more than we’re not.”
“Do you feel that you’re communicating better?”
“I think we’re better at gauging the motives behind each other’s actions. We understand each other more.”
“Your relationship has moved very quickly. You’re not an impulsive man, but many would say marrying a woman you’ve known such a short time—and one you admit you’re still getting to know—is extremely impulsive.”
“Is there a question there?”
“An observation.” He waited a moment, but when I didn’t say anything, he went on. “It can be difficult for spouses of individuals with Eva’s history. Her commitment to therapy has helped both of you; however, it’s likely she’ll continue to change in ways you may not expect. It will be stressful for you.”
“I’m no picnic myself,” I said dryly.
“You’re a survivor of a different sort. Have you ever felt that your nightmares were aggravated by stress?”
The question irritated me. “What does it matter? They happen.”
“You don’t feel there are changes that can be made to lessen their impact?”
“I just got married. That’s a major life change, wouldn’t you say, Doctor? I think that’s enough for now.”
“Why must there be a limit? You’re a young man, Gideon. You have a variety of options available to you. Change doesn’t have to be something avoided. What’s the harm in trying something new? If it doesn’t work out, you always have the option to go back to what you were doing before.”
I found that wryly amusing. “Sometimes, you can’t go back.”
“Let’s try a simple change now,” Dr. Petersen said, setting his tablet aside. “Let’s go for a walk.”
I found myself standing when he did, not wanting to be seated while he towered above me. We stood face-to-face with the coffee table between us. “Why?”
“Why not?” He gestured toward the door. “My office may not be the best place for us to talk. You’re a man used to being in charge. In here, I am. So we’ll level the playing field and hit the hallway for a bit. It’s a public space, but most of the individuals who work in this building have gone home.”
I exited his office before him, watching as he locked both his inner and outer office doors before joining me.
“Ah, well. This is certainly different,” he said, his mouth curving wryly. “Knocks me off my stride a bit.”
I shrugged and started walking.
“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” he asked, falling into step beside me.
“An hour with my trainer.” And then I said more. “My stepfather is coming over later.”
“To spend time with you and Eva? Are you close to him?”
“No, to both.” I stared straight ahead. “Something’s wrong. That’s the only reason he ever calls me.”
I sensed his gaze on my profile. “Do you wish that were different?”
“No.”
“You don’t like him?”
“I don’t dislike him.” I was going to leave it at that, but again I thought of Eva. “We just don’t know each other very well.”
“You could change that.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re really pushing that angle tonight.”
“I told you, I don’t have an angle.” He stopped, forcing me to stop, too.
Tipping his chin up, he eyed the ceiling, clearly thinking. “When you’re considering an acquisition or exploring a new avenue of doing business, you bring in people to advise you, right? Experts in their respective fields?” He looked at me again, smiling. “You could think of me the same way, as an expert consultant.”
“On what?”
“Your past.” He resumed walking. “I help you with that, you can figure out the rest of your life yourself.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"MAAFKAN aku." Brunette mungil di belakang meja berdiri terburu-buru saat aku berjalan oleh. "Anda tidak bisa masuk ke sana. Dr Lucas adalah dengan seorang pasien sekarang."Aku meraih kenop dan membuka pintu, berjalan ke kantor Anne's tanpa melanggar langkahnya.Kepalanya tersentak, matanya hijau pelebaran instan sebelum mulutnya merah melengkung di tersenyum puas. Wanita di sofa di dia berkedip pada saya dalam kebingungan, menelan apa pun yang ia telah katakan."Saya sangat menyesal, Dr Lucas," kata si rambut cokelat terengah-engah. "Saya mencoba untuk menghentikannya."Anne merayap kakinya, matanya pada saya. "Tugas yang mustahil, Michelle. Jangan khawatir, Anda dapat pergi."Resepsionis mundur. Anne melirik pasiennya. "Kita harus memotong janji hari ini singkat. Saya minta maaf atas gangguan ini sangat kasar "— ia memelototiku —" dan tentu saja aku tidak akan menagih Anda. Silakan berbicara dengan Michelle tentang penjadwalan ulang."Aku menunggu di pintu yang terbuka sebagai wanita bingung berkumpul barangnya, dan kemudian saya dipindahkan ke samping karena dia melangkah keluar."Saya bisa disebut keamanan," kata Anne, bersandar kembali depan mejanya dan menyeberangi lengan."Setelah pergi ke semua kesulitan memikat saya di sini? Anda tidak.""Aku tidak tahu apa yang sedang Anda bicarakan. Apapun, itu baik untuk melihat Anda." Dia menjatuhkan lengannya dan mencengkeram tepi meja nya dalam pose sengaja provokatif, memperlihatkan pahanya telanjang sebagai celah di nya biru bungkus gaun meluncur terbuka."Saya tidak bisa mengatakan yang sama."Senyumnya diperketat. "Break mainan, kemudian membuangnya. Apakah Eva tahu dia bisa dihitung?""Apakah Anda?"Kegelisahan redup matanya cerah dan menggelengkan senyumnya. "Apakah itu ancaman, Gideon?""Anda ingin untuk menjadi." Aku melangkah lebih dekat, menyaksikan asuhnya membesar. Dia menjadi membangkitkan dan yang memberontak saya sebanyak bau parfum nya. "Mungkin bisa membuat permainan Anda lebih menarik."Dia diluruskan dan datang ke arahku, pinggul bergoyang, nya bersol merah hitam stiletto tenggelam ke karpet mewah."Anda ingin bermain, juga, kekasih," Dia mendengkur. "Katakan padaku, telah Anda terikat tunangan Anda cantik? Dicambuk dia menjadi hiruk-pikuk? Masukin salah satu Anda macam-macam dildo pantat, sehingga itu kacau dia sementara Anda ditumbuk vagina selama berjam-jam? Apakah dia tahu Anda, Gideon, seperti yang saya lakukan?""Ratusan wanita tahu saya seperti yang Anda lakukan, Anne. Apakah Anda berpikir kau khusus? Satu-satunya hal yang mengesankan tentang Anda adalah suami Anda dan bagaimana makan padanya bahwa aku punya Anda."Tangan mengayunkan untuk menampar saya dan saya tidak menghentikan dia, mengambil hit pantang.Aku berharap apa yang telah saya katakan itu benar, tapi aku telah sangat bejat dengan dia, melihat hantu dari kakaknya di kurva senyumnya, tingkah laku —Aku menangkap pergelangan tangannya ketika ia membuat merebut ayam saya. "Meninggalkan Eva sendirian. Saya tidak akan memberitahu Anda dua kali.""Dia adalah celah di baju besi Anda, Anda tak berperasaan sepotong kotoran. Anda punya es dalam vena Anda, tapi dia berdarah.""Apakah itu ancaman, Anne?" Saya bertanya, tenang melemparkan kata-katanya kembali kepadanya."Tentu saja." Dia menarik gratis dari cengkeraman saya. "Sudah waktunya untuk membayar, dan Milyaran Anda tidak akan menutup utang.""Menaikkan taruhan dengan deklarasi perang? Apakah Anda bodoh? Atau Anda tidak peduli apa yang ini akan biaya Anda? Anda karir... perkawinan Anda... segala sesuatu. "Aku pindah ke arah pintu, saya berjalan santai bahkan sebagai fury dibakar melalui saya. Saya telah membawa ini pada Eva. Aku harus membersihkannya."Hanya menonton saya, Gideon," dia bernama setelah saya. "Melihat apa yang terjadi.""Memiliki jalan." Aku berhenti dengan tangan pada gagang pintu. "Anda sudah mulai ini, tapi tidak membuat kesalahan, langkah akhir akan menjadi milikku.""Apakah Anda punya mimpi buruk apapun, sejak terakhir kita melihat satu sama lain?" Dr Petersen bertanya, kelakuannya santai dan diam-diam tertarik, tablet diperlukan di pangkuannya."Tidak.""Seberapa sering Anda mengatakan Anda memiliki mereka?"Saya duduk dengan nyaman santai dokter tetapi kesal gelisah di dalam. Aku terlalu banyak untuk menangani menyia-nyiakan satu jam waktu saya. "Akhir-akhir ini, seminggu sekali. Kadang-kadang sedikit lebih lama di antara.""Apa maksudmu dengan akhir-akhir ini?""Sejak saya bertemu Eva."Dia menuliskan sesuatu dengan stylus nya. "Anda menghadapi tekanan asing seperti Anda bekerja di hubungan Anda dengan Eva, tetapi frekuensi mimpi buruk Anda mengurangi — setidaknya untuk sekarang. Apakah Anda memiliki pikiran tentang mengapa?"“I thought you were supposed to be explaining that to me.”Dr. Petersen smiled. “I can’t wave a magic wand and give you all the answers, Gideon. I can only help you sort through it.”I was tempted to wait for him to say more, make him do most of the talking. But the thought of Eva and her hopes that therapy was going to make some sort of difference goaded me to speak. I’d promised to try, so I would. To a degree. “Things are smoothing out for us. We’re in sync more than we’re not.”“Do you feel that you’re communicating better?”“I think we’re better at gauging the motives behind each other’s actions. We understand each other more.”“Your relationship has moved very quickly. You’re not an impulsive man, but many would say marrying a woman you’ve known such a short time—and one you admit you’re still getting to know—is extremely impulsive.”“Is there a question there?”“An observation.” He waited a moment, but when I didn’t say anything, he went on. “It can be difficult for spouses of individuals with Eva’s history. Her commitment to therapy has helped both of you; however, it’s likely she’ll continue to change in ways you may not expect. It will be stressful for you.”“I’m no picnic myself,” I said dryly.“You’re a survivor of a different sort. Have you ever felt that your nightmares were aggravated by stress?”The question irritated me. “What does it matter? They happen.”“You don’t feel there are changes that can be made to lessen their impact?”“I just got married. That’s a major life change, wouldn’t you say, Doctor? I think that’s enough for now.”“Why must there be a limit? You’re a young man, Gideon. You have a variety of options available to you. Change doesn’t have to be something avoided. What’s the harm in trying something new? If it doesn’t work out, you always have the option to go back to what you were doing before.”I found that wryly amusing. “Sometimes, you can’t go back.”“Let’s try a simple change now,” Dr. Petersen said, setting his tablet aside. “Let’s go for a walk.”I found myself standing when he did, not wanting to be seated while he towered above me. We stood face-to-face with the coffee table between us. “Why?”“Why not?” He gestured toward the door. “My office may not be the best place for us to talk. You’re a man used to being in charge. In here, I am. So we’ll level the playing field and hit the hallway for a bit. It’s a public space, but most of the individuals who work in this building have gone home.”I exited his office before him, watching as he locked both his inner and outer office doors before joining me.“Ah, well. This is certainly different,” he said, his mouth curving wryly. “Knocks me off my stride a bit.”I shrugged and started walking.
“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” he asked, falling into step beside me.
“An hour with my trainer.” And then I said more. “My stepfather is coming over later.”
“To spend time with you and Eva? Are you close to him?”
“No, to both.” I stared straight ahead. “Something’s wrong. That’s the only reason he ever calls me.”
I sensed his gaze on my profile. “Do you wish that were different?”
“No.”
“You don’t like him?”
“I don’t dislike him.” I was going to leave it at that, but again I thought of Eva. “We just don’t know each other very well.”
“You could change that.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re really pushing that angle tonight.”
“I told you, I don’t have an angle.” He stopped, forcing me to stop, too.
Tipping his chin up, he eyed the ceiling, clearly thinking. “When you’re considering an acquisition or exploring a new avenue of doing business, you bring in people to advise you, right? Experts in their respective fields?” He looked at me again, smiling. “You could think of me the same way, as an expert consultant.”
“On what?”
“Your past.” He resumed walking. “I help you with that, you can figure out the rest of your life yourself.”