“I tossed her across the room and kicked the bassinet with the baby inside.”
I sat with my face stoic and body still. I didn’t want to let on that that was, indeed, overboard, even for someone who didn’t have his condition. His level of crashing out resulted in violent behavior that could potentially harm those around him. Now I knew why he was afraid to bring life into this world, but in most cases, impulsive bipolar behaviors didn’t always extend to the child. It could typically skip a generation, so there was a 50 percent chance the baby would inherit his behavior.
I couldn’t lie; my thoughts immediately went to Taylor and to what I could be introducing her to if I agreed to let Ghana in on an intimate level.
His voice cut through the thick silence. “You pinky swore, Ros.”
His voice was small, defeated with a hint of sadness. I closed my eyes, drew in a deep breath, and released it slowly.
“Let’s close the professional door for a minute.”
“Because now you’re judging me from a personal point-of-view?”
I shook my head. “I would never judge you, Ghana. I’ve treated patients worse than you, but I have to be honest with you because, outside of being your therapist, you are pursuing me as a love interest. I happen to like you and wouldn’t mind seeing where this goes, but after what you just told me, I need to be sure I can invite you into my world.” I picked up my phone from the table beside me, went to my gallery, pulled up a photo of Taylor, and handed it to him.
“That’s Taylor Armore Irving, my baby girl.” He stared at the photo for a minute before handing my phone back to me.
“She’s beautiful. Looks just like you.”
“Thank you. But I’m her mother, and I have to protect her. If we go on this journey, I want to be sure that you are stable enough to be around her.”
“I would never hurt you, nor will I hurt your daughter.”
“Can you truly guarantee that? You have blackouts, love. That is the only thing that concerns me. Your level of anger exceeds the average, and you can’t turn it off until the fog clears. Please don’t be offended, but I have to be at least ninety-eight percent sure that you wouldn’t bring any harm our way.”
He stared at me intensely before he stood, came around the table that sat between us, and sat down on it in front of me. He was so close I could smell the light, minty flavor of his breath. He took my hands in his large, calloused ones, keeping his eyes focused on mine.
“I want you to look into my eyes when I say this, Ros. I wouldneverbring harm or let anyone harm you or baby girl. I know my condition. I know I can take it too far, but with you—this feeling I feel with you is like a dope fiend getting that first hit of heroin in their veins after going so long without it. Euphoric. Orgasmic.”
I tucked my lips, trying not to smile at that. That wasn’t something to blush at, but when he said it, it made my heart flutter.
Get your life, Autumn. This man just confessed to being addicted to you, and you ain’t even given him shit but a peck on the lips.
This was unbelievable.
“Your energy is addictive, mama. I ain’t trying to scare you off, because as I said before, you make me feel better. You’re the medicine that’s going to cure me, baby. I can feel that shit. I just need you to believe in me. Believe in us. I ain’t trying to rush you since it’s only been a week, but I want you to know that I’m interested, and I ain’t gon’ do shit to fuck this up.”
I placed my palm on his face and smoothed his left eyebrow. I then leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Immediately, he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked. I didn’t have time to think before his thick, pink tongue entered my mouth, and we engaged in a heated kiss. His tongue exploredevery crevice of my mouth, and I sucked on it while my fingers raked the back of his head. My nipples grew painfully erect, and my pussy pulsed as if she was trying to jump out of my panties and onto his dick. His big palms slid up my skirt until I felt his fingers trailing my panty line.
When I felt his middle and pointer finger enter me, my body tensed, and a moan filtered from my lips.
“Shit.”
“Mm-hmm. I can’t wait to get in this shit. I’ma turn your pretty ass out.”
My breath hitched as I said his name. “Ghana.”
“I know she pretty as fuck. Pretty and pink.” He growled in my ear as he worked those thick fingers between my legs. “You fucked up now, Ros. I gotta taste your other lips now.”
I shook my head frantically while trying to keep myself from crying out. “N-no, we can’t. Not here. And I—I need to see your paperwork first.”
“Tonight. I’ma give you everything you want and need.”
I was so wet I could hear my juices resounding around the room.
“Ahhh, shit!” I hissed lowly through my teeth before I felt myself become undone. My head fell back as I rode the wave until I panted, trying to catch my breath. The alarm on my phone went off, signaling the end of our session.
Just in time.