Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 9: First therapy session

"Good morning, Mr. Alexander Ashton. It’s nice to see you again," ca a voice from behind, just as the door to Alex’s office swung open with a loud thud.

Without wasting a second, Alex and Damien turned toward the source of the voice only to find Gabe seated in his wheelchair, with Fred standing behind him, both hands resting on the chair’s handles.

What? That motherf**ker actually ca back like he said he would? Alex thought to himself, a scoff escaping his lips as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. His expression was a mix of disbelief and intrigue. Nice one.

Nice to see you again handso. Gabe thought inwardly, his gaze fixed on Alex face all while a smile was on his lips.

"A therapist? What do you need that for, Gabe?" Fred whispered into Gabe’s ear, confusion written all over his face. But before Gabe could respond, Fred’s eyes widened in shock, landing squarely on Damien’s hand, which was wrapped around Alex’s very obvious erection.

"A...are you sure we’re in the right office?" Fred stamred, his jaw nearly dropping. "Is this the surprise you said you had for ? A therapist’s office....one that specializes mostly in broken marriages? More like marriage counselor."

"Yeah," Gabe replied, his tone calm but low, almost a whisper. "And what’s wrong with that, Fred? I ca here to fix my marriage with Sabe."

Fred blinked rapidly, his face contorted in disbelief. The words hit him harder than he expected, sending a wave of shock down his spine.

"Who’s he, Alex?" Damien whispered, confusion clouding his face as he glanced between Alex and Gabe. "Oh....your clients, I suppose. But seriously, how could you still allow them to co over in this state of yours? You should’ve canceled all appointnts, you stubborn man."

Alex exhaled sharply, waving Damien’s hand off his throbbing arousal. Without a word, he rose to his feet, grabbed his trousers, and slipped them on. Then he picked up his shirt and shrugged into it, his toned muscles flexing beneath the fabric. The movent wasn’t lost on Gabe, whose gaze lingered on Alex longer than it should have.

Alex noticed, of course. That was exactly why he decided to stand up and get dressed.....he didn’t like giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable.

He’s just an oga, but look at him, Alex mused silently, a faint scoff escaping. Acting all brave, like he could handle my stamina if I ever decided to take him. Such a cute little fool.

"He’s the oga I just told you about," Alex finally said, his deep voice steady, though low. "The one you said is useful."

Damien’s eyes widened in surprise, his brows shooting up.

"You can go back to your office now," Alex added, his tone commanding. "As you can see, I need to attend to him. He’s here for a therapy session afterall."

"Really? You’re not kidding right now?" Damien asked, excitent creeping into his voice.

"Sure. Go," Alex replied flatly.

"Sure, sure!" Damien repeated in a whisper, grinning ear to ear as he began packing up his dical tools. "Thank goodness your assistant and those ogas you bought already left. Otherwise, how on earth would we explain this to your oga? It’s not good to leave a bad impression that you’re a womanizer afterall but then...well ..to him, you’re just a beta I guess." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Anyway, you should talk to him. Let him know you like him....that’s the fastest way to get him into bed."

I knew you’re a big fool Damien. Alex thought to himself with a frustrated sigh.

Alex then shot him a sharp warning look that imdiately silenced Damien. The doctor chuckled nervously, then quickly made his exit still wearing that smug grin of satisfaction.

The room grew quiet.

"You should leave too, Fred," Gabe said finally, breaking the silence. His tone was calm but firm, his eyes locked on Alex, who had now settled behind his massive desk. Despite his unbuttoned shirt and exposed chest, Alex sohow managed to look composed...almost professional and of course sexy.

"Are you for real right now? Just what the heck are we doing here because I refuse to believe what my brain is telling right now." Fred asked, incredulous. He scoffed and bent down to et Gabe’s level, his voice rising with frustration. "You want to fix your marriage with that motherf**ker? Seriously? Soone who cheats? Soone who doesn’t give a damn about you? Soone who disrespects you at every turn?"

"Can you please stop talking and just go?" Gabe interrupted sharply, raising a brow, his irritation barely contained.

Fred opened his mouth to argue again, but Gabe grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, their faces inches apart.

"I’m not doing this to win Sabe back," Gabe hissed, his voice low but deadly serious. "I have my own reasons for this and you’ll know soon enough. Just trust ."

Fred froze for a second, his anger fading into concern. Whatever he saw in Gabe’s eyes made him pause. He finally nodded, stepping back without another word.

"All right then. I’ll be out the door," Fred murmured, straightening his posture but keeping his hand on the doorknob for a mont longer. His tone was edged with seriousness, his expression cold but weary. "But let tell you sothing before I go.....you better not do anything stupid. I’m glad that Sabe finally betrayed you, because maybe now you’ll start thinking straight for once."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Don’t you dare set your eyes on another motherf**ker. I know he’s hot but don’t even dare fall for him."

"Oh please..." Gabe muttered with an exasperated sigh, leaning slightly back in his wheelchair. "He’s a beta."

Fred raised an eyebrow, a dry scoff escaping his lips. "Since when did you start letting soone’s title decide who you’re drawn to?" His voice was laced with frustration, but there was a trace of concern beneath it. "I’m just saying this because I’m tired of cleaning up your ss, Gabe. I’m just tired of your bullshit."