11. Traumatizing The Psychotherapist(1)

Clancy's POV

"What the fvcking hell...!" I roared my lungs at Dale l who stared dauntlessly at me with a big smile on his face.

My rage does not move him but that isn't a free pass to provoke me.

Did I just hear him say he hired Sofia Dante for me as a private psychotherapist?

This is going too far.

I agreed to see a therapist because of the unbreakable deal but never agreed that she follows us back to New York to traumatize me with sessions.

Moreover, she was no true therapist.

What under heaven was Dale thinking?

And she agreed to it...? Two fvcking peasants!

A moment ago, the joy I felt was inexpressible thinking Sofia Dante was the warmer he had arranged for me for the night.

She was a woman of great shape and her exquisitely modelled face was not something one would see every day.

Her beauty was undefeated with those green eyes of hers that stares widely to capture the heart of a man.

The eyes remind me of me.

The biggest question at the moment was why she was in my private loung