Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 10: What kind of service are you hoping for?

Gabe let out another breath, this ti heavier and slower. "I don’t have anything to do with love anymore, Fred," he said firmly, his eyes dropping to his hands resting on his lap. "You can go ho now. My session with Mr. Alex might be... extrely long, and I don’t want to keep you waiting. I’ll find my way ho when I’m done."

The tone in Gabe’s voice was final....quiet but unwavering. Fred wanted to argue, his lips parting slightly, but when he caught the cold resolve in Gabe’s eyes, he swallowed his words instead. He exhaled deeply, nodded once, and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The sound echoed faintly in the silence that followed.

Now, only Alex and Gabe remained in the room, their gazes locked across the space between them. Neither said a word for a mont, both aware of how close they actually were.

Why the hell is he looking at like that? Gabe thought, his heart giving a faint, uneasy thud. His throat felt tight as he swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but Alex’s eyes. Unfortunately, his gaze kept betraying him....sliding down to Alex’s chest. The man’s shirt was still slightly unbuttoned, exposing the toned skin and sharp lines of his collarbone.

Gabe’s breath hitched, and he quickly looked away. It’s not like he caught staring at his chest... right? Or perhaps did he suspect anything about last night? About masturbating?

Alex, however, noticed everything. His lips curved slightly not into a smile, but sothing far more subtle, almost predatory. He adjusted his shirt calmly, then leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Gabe.

"I wasn’t expecting you to return so soon, Mr. Gabe Williams," Alex said at last, his deep voice breaking the silence. The smooth baritone rolled across the room. "But I’m glad you did."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his tone turning slower and heavier. "Because I got so questions I’ll be asking you anyways."

Gabe blinked all while he swallowed hard.

Fuck! He knows about last night no doubt.

But then....I can’t just agree to his accusations. I need to defend myself till I can’t defend anymore.

"So questions you’ll be asking ?" Gabe raised an eyebrow filled with curiousity and slight fear before a scoff slipped past his lips. "I guess they’re questions you’ll be asking in my session with you?" he added, his tone sharp and teasing as he wheeled himself toward the three-seater sofa where Alex was now seated.

On the coffee table between them sat two steaming cups of tea.

"Oh, sure," Alex replied smoothly, his lips curving into a knowing smirk as he reached forward to pick up both cups. "You should have so tea first, and then we’ll start this session. We’ll definitely be asking each other questions and of course, we’ll both have to answer them honestly."

"Cute," Gabe muttered, but he accepted the cup when Alex handed it to him. He took a small sip, the steam curling against his lips before he set the mug down and let out a deep sigh that seed to carry both exhaustion and restraint.

Alex leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other, his gaze steady. "Anyway, tell ....why exactly are you here, Mr. Gabe Williams? What kind of service are you hoping for because I offer different services?"

He paused, then added in his professional tone, "Each session also lasts for thirty minutes, and I charge for every one. Anything beyond that counts as extra ti, and that ans extra paynt."

"It’s fine, Mr. Alex. You don’t need to worry about the paynt." Gabe waved a hand dismissively, forcing a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’ll definitely pay for your ti. I’m here because..." he trailed off, feigning a light laugh, "I want to know how to win my husband back. Marriages are what you specialize mostly in, after all."

What a fool. Alex thought darkly, his gaze narrowing as he folded his arms across his chest. Win your husband back? You an the sa bastard who left you wheeling yourself in front of my car yesterday?

He caught himself.....Gabe’s eyes had shifted toward his crossed arms, judging, reading, and that made Alex abruptly unfold them again. A silent scoff escaped him as he adjusted his posture.

Ogas are such fools, he thought bitterly. But then....why am I getting all worked up by him talking about his husband? He hasn’t even told what that husband of his did wrong. I an it’s not verified that he wheeled himself in front of my car because of his husband. I really need to calm down for real.

"Sure, Mr. Gabe," Alex finally said aloud, keeping his expression neutral. "You can talk to about anything. I’m sure by the end of these sessions, we’ll have sothing figured out."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone lowering just enough to make it sound personal. "You want the marriage session and that’s fine. You talking about wanting to win your husband back already proves that your marriage is crumbling. Although I can’t help but wonder... do you really want to win your husband back? Or is what you truly want is to find yourself again?"

Win my husband back, my foot, Gabe thought with an inward smirk. Of course not. What I want is to win you.

"I want to win my husband back Mr Alex." Gabe replied with a warm smile on his face.

"Let’s start with introductions then," Alex continued smoothly. "What stage would you say your marriage is in right now?"

Gabe remained silent for a brief mont, his eyes drifting toward the mug on the table.

It’s obvious it’s bad, Alex noted inwardly, smirking faintly. The hesitation, the body language, the way he’s buying ti before speaking....it says it all.

Finally, Gabe looked up. "It’s bad," he said flatly. "My husband’s been sleeping with his secretary. Apparently, I couldn’t satisfy him in bed anymore. I miss his touch, his dick inside of ."

DICK?!

The bluntness of his tone made Alex choke slightly on his tea.

If Gabe had been any other client, Alex would’ve brushed it off easily but this one was different. Gabe was the sa oga who had unintentionally made him hard the other day, whose pheromones had stirred sothing feral deep inside him. Even sitting before him now made Alex’s pulse tighten and his pants painfully constrict.

Thankfully, the thick pillow on his lap concealed the evidence of his discomfort.