All Chapters of Darkest Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VLADIMIR "Huh?" she confusedly asks. "Why would I go to therapy?" "Why won't you?" I muttered. "Aren't you supposed to be the one to go through therapy?!" she exclaimed after a while. What the hell is she talking about?! "Are you kidding me?!" I snapped. I'm trying to fucking help her and this is how she would react? "I'm not," she insisted. She looked and sounded serious. Why on earth would she think I needed therapy? "Whatever," I hissed. "I'm not asking you. I have already booked an appointment for you tomorrow morning." "What?!" her eyes widened. "But why?!" Seriously? I stared at her. Do I really have to explain it? I facepalmed while heaving a deep breath to stop myself from breathing fire on her. I keep reminding myself to go easy on her but she makes it so hard for me to do so! When I saw her having a panic attack that night, I was already sure that she needed therapy. She was like a puzzle that I suddenly figured out. Even the way she was lusting over me and kept i

YVONNEWe were arguing.But how did we end up like this again?Ah, I remember. I must have provoked him too well.I was just trying to help him but he had the audacity to insult me. I retaliated, thinking I should hit him where it hurt the most. If I had to crush his precious ego just to make him do what he needed to, then so be it.He harshly grabbed my face. Then, his tongue plundered harshly inside my mouth. Instead of pushing him away, I closed my eyes and let him ravish my lips.My head spun due to the sudden waves of sensations that hit me when his kisses turned even bolder, fiercer. I suddenly felt light-headed.I fell back with the intensity of his blustering kisses. A loud thud echoed in the room as my back slammed to the wall but none of us cared.Thoughts about the doctor's appointment vanished into thin air. All I could care about was the sensations he was giving me.I gladly accepted him and responded to his kisses with the same intense passion. I even parted my lips wide

I don't know how I can share my life with someone. I never once talked about it. Not even with the girls I was with in the ring. It was depressing to tell and hear stories similar to mine.She's a doctor. A professional. She does this for a living. She's practically a stranger. Would it be easier to tell her about my dark past? "How about you tell me something about yourself first?" the doctor, Linda Chapin, gently prodded.I gulped."Relax. There are no right or wrong answers. You can tell me what you're comfortable with," she added.I took a deep breath. I leaned my back on the chair, trying to calm myself down. I will just talk to her. That's no big deal."I'm Yvonne Hechtman," I stated in a low voice.My name alone evokes so many emotions inside me. I blinked rapidly to stop the tears already forming behind my lids. A hard lump seemed to form in my throat, making it harder for me to speak.I gulped in a lungful of air to clear my restricted airway. I can do this, I kept chanting i

YVONNEI am so disappointed.I thought I won when I finally convinced him to have therapy with me but it turned out to be futile. Well, what else do I expect from a stubborn man like him?If anything, at least I knew he wasn't born with that condition. He said it began sometime four or five years ago. What could have happened to him during that time?Did he get into an accident? Surely it will be all over the news, right? I would have read about it when I researched about him on the internet. Unless he intentionally removed it.He's rich and powerful. I'm sure that is something he could easily do."Cora," I called my assistant."Yes?" she turned to look at me. I stared at her for a while, thinking how I could ask without her thinking I was weird."Uhm, do you know Vladimir's hobbies?" I asked. I decided to beat around the bush."Hobbies?" she echoed."Yeah, you know," I shrugged. "Maybe a sport or something. I know he likes diving but I want something we can bond over.""Why don't you

VLADIMIR "Is this the latest model?" I asked my assistant. "Yes Sir," he nodded. "It isn't released to the public yet." "Good," I dismissed him after that. I bought a new cellphone for Yvonne. She was using Cora's phone when I got home the other day, so I thought of giving her one. I haven't thought about it before simply because she could use it to devise an escape plan. Just a few taps and she could call an emergency hotline. I have high-ranking officials under my paycheck. They could do something about it but if I could avoid complicated situations beforehand, I would. Lately, though, I realized that she wouldn't do that. She had plenty of chances to escape if she truly wanted to. Not that I wouldn't find her, though. But she never tried after her first failed attempt.When we were on our honeymoon, she could pretty much do anything, including trying to run away but she didn't. When took her to the auction gala, she was left alone most of the time but she never even attempted