Toxic (The Therapist #4): An Alpha Male, Relationship Coach, Erotic Romance by WS Greer

Author:WS Greer [Greer, WS]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-31T18:30:00+00:00

DRAIN

Chapter 23

~ KIMBERLY ~

Anybody who says therapy is pointless or doesn't help anything is out of their minds. After spending an hour with Dr. Colson today, I feel like my life has been completely changed. My eyes are open for the first time, and I’m not sure I like what I’m seeing.

After my session with the therapist, I arrive back at home and plant myself on the couch, where I sink into the cushion and don't even bother turning on the TV. My mind is all the dramatic entertainment I need right now. In my head, memories of my entire life with Trent play like silent movies. I see us meeting and working together, flashing flirtatious smiles at each other from across the job site, before everything is placed on fast forward and we’re dating. I see the way Trent comments on my clothing before our marriage, and I realize he was never this bad before our wedding day. He used to like what I wore. He may have been a little overprotective the closer we got to our wedding, but it wasn’t anything crazy. Everything changed right after our honeymoon.

The first time Trent commented on my clothes was the day after we returned home from our honeymoon in Vegas. It was December, so it was a little cold, but nothing too crazy, and we wanted to go out to dinner. I decided to put on a purple sweater with strings across the chest. You could see the top of my tits behind the strings, but it wasn’t anything I considered to be overly revealing. The minute Trent saw me coming around the corner, he stopped in his tracks. I remember the shocked look he had on his face as he looked me up and down, before finally saying, “Oh. Umm, isn't it too cold to wear something like that? You need to … I mean, you might want to change.” It was subtle—so subtle I didn’t think anything of it at the time, and I even changed my top. I realize now that moment was the beginning of my new husband questioning what I wear and trying to manipulate me into changing it. If I choose to wear a tank top out in the snow, that’s my decision, not Trent’s. I couldn’t see it before, but it’s glaring now.

The day goes by fast when you're fuming, but the closer it gets to the time I expect Trent to return home from work, the more I realize I have to put on a bit of an acting job. Trent thought I was at home sick, and he has no idea I went to see Dr. Colson. So, just as I hear his truck pull into the driveway, I jump from the couch and bolt down the hallway and into the bed. As I toss the covers over myself, the front door opens and my husband steps in.

Trent walks with heavy feet down the hallway before opening the door and standing in the entrance to the room.

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