Twisted Therapist: Brother’s Best Friend Age Gap Romance (Dominant Desires Book 1), page 1
TWISTED THERAPIST
DOMINATING DESIRES BOOK ONE
MAHI MISTRY
CONTENTS
1. Yes, Dad
2. It’s Not Going to Lick Itself
3. Use Your Tongue
4. I am Always Here If You Get Scared
5. I Hate Liars
6. Why Are You Lying to Me?
7. You Filthy Little Girl
8. I Don’t Tolerate Lies
9. Spread Your Legs
10. Can I Join You?
11. Good Girl
12. What If
13. Can I join in the hug?
14 Sweet
Epilogue
Preview of Tempting Teacher
Also by Mahi Mistry
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Twisted Therapist
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Dedicated to Anastasia. You’re a gem.
YES, DAD
IVY
I was wet.
Completely soaked.
It had to rain today of all days. Maybe the weather reflected my emotions.
My finger pressed on the doorbell, wishing my brother would hurry. Wet puddle formed around my feet, cold water dripping down the tips of my dark hair, trailing down my face. I knew the mascara I had applied in the morning was ruined, my eyes puffy and red.
“Hayden!” I sniffled, running a hand through my face and pressing the doorbell again and again. “Hurry, please!”
Stupid. I was so stupid. Maybe I deserved it for being such a naïve idiot.
Rain kept pattering around the porch, wetting the freshly cut grass. The scent of wet earth and grass gave me comfort as I stood outside my brother’s house in San Diego. He had told me he would be here, hopefully with Zara, his fiancée, my best friend and Princess of Azmia, who was very pregnant. They were getting married in a couple of months in Azmia, and wanted to visit and meet their friends and family.
I needed to hug my elder brother and hear him curse about stupid boys and coddle me like he always did whenever I was sad. I wanted to hear him talk about his work as a Navy Seal, about Azmia, and his life as a soon-to-be-Prince. Very fitting with our last name.
“Hayden!” I cried out, my voice thick. “Open up. Finally, I thought you’d—oh.”
My lips parted as I came face to face with chiseled abs, water sluicing over each contour of the muscles. Rain muffled into the surrounding as I trailed my eyes over the chiseled chest, my mouth going dry. Licking my lips, I raised my eyes from strong collarbones, lick-worthy-adam-apple, to sharp jaw, inviting lips to very familiar thundering grey colored orbs.
“Petal,” he whispered, his eyes roving over my face, calling me with the nickname he had been using since he met me.
My eyes flickered down to the white towel wrapped around his waist, staying far too longer on the perfect vee of his hipbones. The short trail of dark hair leading under the towel made me curious, creating an odd twinge of need between my legs and making my cheeks warm.
He is your brother’s best friend, Ivy. Get your head out of those dirty fantasies.
But I couldn’t. I had been crushing on his symmetrical face since the day he piggy backed me home and stayed with me until Hayden bandaged my bruised knee.
“Aiden.” I licked my lips, my throat dry. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I missed you…” His eyes softened before he noticed my soaked clothes and wrapped his large, warm hand around my arm, dragging me in. “Come inside, you will get cold.”
I shivered, not from the cold, but from his touch as it singed through my skin. His eyes clouded when mine travelled through the muscles of his body—how the deltoids of his back clenched and unclenched when he pulled my suitcase inside. In just a towel.
I may or may not have checked out his ass, too.
With flaming cheeks, I looked away at the empty hallway filled with our picture frames on the wall. “Where’s Hayden? I thought he would be home by now.”
“He didn’t tell you?” He said, his body closer to mine. “Zara got a flu so they will arrive next month.”
I frowned, “Is Zara okay?”
“If it was serious, I’d know, Petal. Don’t worry about it.” Of course, he’d know. Besides being Hayden’s best friend, he was a brilliant psychiatrist who helped a lot of soldiers and Navy Seal officers going through PTSD or more.
But hearing I won’t be able to meet my brother for a few more weeks made me sad. I tried to hide my disappointment and crossed my arms.
His stormy eyes fell on my chest, and he cleared his throat. “Stay here. I will bring you a towel.”
He walked past me, straight towards the room, keeping the door ajar. I looked down at myself and cringed in horror. My nude bra was visible through the thin cotton top I had worn that morning, my cold nipples poking through the wet fabric.
I tried to cover them as much as I could with my long hair when Aiden came back, handing me the towel, his tall height looming over me. He had changed into a black tee—boo—and grey sweatpants, his feet bare. There was something odd about seeing him like that, with his damp hair sleeked back and the dim light creating shadows on his sharp face.
When I was young and he was in high school, I had always seen him wearing pants and shirts. After a couple of years, when I was in high school and he was busy with his work as a therapist, I rarely saw him in anything but crisp shirts and suits that stretched over his broad shoulders and pants that covered his long legs.
Aiden stepped closer, his hands gently patting my wet hair with a dry towel. He smelled so good. Of musky, sweet cologne and something sharp. I wanted to step closer and bury my face in his chest, take a long sniff and hug him.
But I didn’t because I didn’t want to seem like a puppy.
His voice was low as he said, “I am staying here until I find a house nearby. I didn’t know you would be back so soon from your university.”
Right. The reason I was soaked with mascara running down my face and the constant ache in my heart.
Images of Jason in bed with Amanda flashed in my head, making my eyes burn and stomach heavy. Was I that naïve that I didn’t know Jason was cheating on me for half of the year we had been in a relationship? Probably. Amanda, my friend and dorm mate, and Jason, my now-ex-boyfriend, used to hang out a lot, and I passed their relationship as platonic, trusting both of them.
I came back home with a suitcase as fast as I could.
“Yeah,” I cleared my throat and looked down at my soaked Spirited Away socks, which Zara had bought for me. I felt like that. A wet sock. “Things happened and I…”
Shaking my head, I trailed off and peered up at him. “I never thought I’d meet you so soon.”
His lips quirked. I knew after knowing him from years that it meant he was happy. “Me too.” Stepping back, he said, “I… I had to leave Denver and come here.”
I furrowed my brows at him and waited for him to say something more, but neither of us wanted to talk like that standing in the hallway after years of not meeting each other face-to-face.
I took a sharp breath when he tucked a wet lock of hair behind my ear. “I know he made you cry, Petal.” His eyes hardened when he gazed at me as if he could read me like a poem. “But we will talk about what that shit did to you to make your cry after you take a hot shower.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not able to meet his piercing eyes. I must be crazy to find his domineering tone hot. But my chest warmed hearing that tone. Aiden always used it with me to make me eat food on time when he was sleeping over at our house, telling me to be careful while I chopped onions and holding my hands under tap when I cut my finger, disapproving of my prom date and telling me not to go to the after party.
I wish I had listened to him because I had called him, not my brother, at two in the morning at the after party of the prom. Crying and asking him if he could pick me up. He had even given me his hoodie that I never returned and buying me ice cream at early morning.
He never once mocked me with his told-you-so look, just took care of me when I needed someone.
I didn’t think he would enter my life once again when I get my heart broken by Jason.
“Yes, Dad,” I teased, walking past him, his knuckles brushing my arm.
I shivered with goose
Everything was still the same. With beige walls, a twin size bed in the corner with a metal head frame, white lace curtain surrounding the bed, fairy lights all over the walls hanging over Audrey Hepburn’s poster, my half-empty closet, a vanity dresser with mirror and a bookshelf filled with fantasy books and my soft toys from childhood.
I trailed my finger over the picture frame of us three. Me, my brother and Aiden when I was a kid. Being nine years older than me, I didn’t get to hang out with them a lot, but when I did, they treated me like their equal. I was smiling shyly at the camera because I was insecure about my braces at thirteen, my dark hair in two pigtails, my lilac dress flowing in the wind. Hayden was grinning, his blue-grey eyes as bright as the ocean behind us in the backdrop. My eyes averted to Aiden, the person I had been crushing on since I was six.
His eyes were clear, piercing grey, facing the camera with his face stern, his onyx hair tousled perfectly as if he had rolled out of the bed, a lock of hair falling over his forehead and touching his slashing dark brow. The corner of his lip curled just a little. He was amused and happy. I knew it even though some would think he looked bored. After knowing him for all these years, I knew he seemed happy at that moment. I glanced at his arm, his hand pressing against my shoulder, a friendly gesture, but it made my stomach flutter like it did when I was thirteen.
Stupid. That’s what I was. Stupid and naïve that someone like him, like Aiden, would ever return the feelings I have been harboring inside me since we first met. He was smart and poised, treating his patients with kindness and being awarded for his voluntary work in hospitals. Being one of the best therapists in California, he was nothing short of a celebrity in his community. Compared to him, I was a twenty-one-year-old girl who got her heart broken because she couldn’t see through Jason’s sorry excuses.
I huffed and stripped out of my soaked clothes, heading straight to the ensuite bathroom. I would need a warm shower, some food and some alcohol to talk to call my brother and have a chat with Aiden.
IT’S NOT GOING TO LICK ITSELF
AIDEN
There are times in my life that I wished I wasn’t me, Aiden Stone. Like opening the door and seeing Ivy, my little petal, after such a long time. My first thought on seeing her was, ‘It must be a dream.’ A very weird dream. Where her clothes were soaked, chocolate hair dripping with water, her bright blue eyes red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks. My second thought was that she had been crying, and I wanted to do terrible things to the person who had made her cry.
When I was seventeen, I had watched her climb up a tree in the park, her eyes bright and grin wide as she climbed all the way up, my eyes wary of the little girl when I was in the park. She fell, like I had suspected. I didn’t think she was alone but unfortunately, she was. So I helped her. Carefully piggy backing her on my back, her arms wrapped around my neck and brought her home as she sniffled me the address in my ear, clutching my shirt as if I would dare to make her fall. I met Hayden for the first time, a striking image of her little sister with angular features, ocean-blue eyes and dark hair. He had turned pale watching her little sister’s knee bleeding, gently applying the Hello Kitty bandage while I offered her a candy to distract her.
I had watched her grow, seen her get her braces and get them removed, buy her favorite doughnuts when she got her first periods, hear her talk about her awkward first kiss under the bleachers because she was too scared to talk about it with Hayden and get embarrassed by her friends. I had picked her from her prom after party, gave her my hoodie and bought her ice cream at three in the morning. I had hugged her goodbye when I left with her brother for his deployment and my work, hoping she would take care of herself.
I cared about Ivy. My little petal. That was why I was I was going to do terrible things to the person, to the shit, who made her cry.
It was also why it was unfortunate that my third thought was widely different from the first two. I hated being myself when I thought of her… differently. I was truly a sadist to get turned on by her red, watery eyes. All I could think about was wrapping my fist around her hair and see her sky eyes gleam with tears of pain and pleasure, hazy with lust but trusting me to take care of her and her needs. Being on her knees with my hands on her face and fucking those pouty lips—
“Fuck,” I breathed, swallowing the lump in my throat and glaring at the semi in my sweatpants. I had to stop thinking about her.
Which won’t happen when she is under the same roof, taking a shower, all wet and naked—
I closed my eyes and thought about all the ways I helped my patients with their anxiety. I took four deep breaths. After clearing my heads of all the filthy thoughts and made a list why I should never think about the said filthy thoughts.
1. She is Ivy Knight.
2. She is Hayden Knight’s little sister, my best friend’s sister and he would dump me in the Arctic Ocean if he ever knew about these thoughts.
3. She is young. Eleven years younger than I am.
4. She probably thinks of me as her elder brother.
5. Did I mention she is related to Hayden Knight? The person who can and will murder me if I ever thought about touching her inappropriately.
Yes, that list was good and it should help remind me every time my blood rushes to the south. But it was the fourth point that truly scared me. I know I had been overly protective of her when we were young—I still was, but I never meant it in a brotherly way. No, I just didn’t want her to get hurt. I wanted to care for her. But not the way a sibling does.
As if he knew I was thinking about him, Hayden called me. I picked up after one more ring, hearing him say, “Hey, asshole. Did you miss your favorite person?”
“Hello to you too, darling,” I said, stirring the red sauce, hating myself for the small twitch on my lips. Hayden Knight was a pain in the ass, but he was my close friend. We had been mistaken for brothers, but it was clear from one closer look that our eyes didn’t match and he was more charming with talking our way out of a situation. “Why on earth would I miss you out of everyone? In fact, I’m glad your Azmian princess whisked you off of San Diego and keeps you locked in her palace.”
I heard a shuffle and a soft feminine voice. “Aw, Aiden! I knew you secretly liked me underneath all that ‘I hate everyone, people are stupid’ guise!” I shook my head hearing Zara Knight Latif, the Princess of Azmia, and the fiancée of my best friend, try to mimic my voice.
“Why are you out of bed?” Hayden asked her and for a moment, all I heard was bad reception and clothes shuffling. “You should’ve called me, I would have—”
Zara didn’t let him finish. “Aiden, tell your friend that I won’t fall the second he looks away.”
“You would’ve landed on your bump if you had looked where you walked.”
“I would love to see where I’m walking, but I can’t see my feet, you ass.”
“Then hold my hand, I’m here for—”
I cleared my throat, watching the steam rolling off of the pasta in the pan. “As much as I’d love to hear you both bicker, I have something to tell you, Hayden.”
“I’ll leave you boys to it.”
Hayden yelled when she walked away, “Please have a guard with you!”
My heart felt heavy hearing them bicker lovingly. Hayden had saved her life, promised her safety, care and love for their engagement and even trying his best to be a good father for his soon-to-be-child and a good husband when they get married.
