"I heard you're going to be out of town for a while?" Erika my stupid therapist questions, the pen in her hand clicking against her stupider clip board pissing me off.

I give her a curt nod before diverting my eyes towards the clock in the corner of the room, they should be done getting their nails done by now, and I don't doubt Abby is rushing everyone to pack their shit so we can head out.

We're all going to the hotel near the venue to make our lives easier.

She hums, writing something down, "why didn't you bring your journal?" she asks with a small hint of amusement in her voice. I want to put a bullet through her stupid red head, but then someone would try sending me to a mental hospital.

"I lost it" I lie, the reality is that I don't want or need people to see the only thing I've been able to draw or write about. I didn't even like blonds years ago before I met my blond.

Like usual she hums, "how do you feel?" is another one of her regular questions, well lady, I love killing people, seeing blood, making people hurt, oh and don't forget torturing but otherwise I felt numb.

Catch the past tense, Abby makes me feel alive.

"Fine bring it next time," she almost orders me, my jaw clenches and I count to ten in my head. Would I have enough time to kill the new assassin D caught last night before Abby drags me out by my ear?

Who the hell does this woman think she is ordering me around, no one orders me aroun-Abby does.

Everyone has exceptions in life

Before I could tell her to watch her tone she opens her big mouth again, "have you made any of the improvements we talked about last time?" she's writing down what seems like a huge paragraph in that book of her's.

'Be nice' , where's the fun in that? It's amazing when people run from you because they're scared, it gives you the feeling of power and control. 'Find a hobby' I already have one, she didn't think it was real but I told her I love to kill people.

'Five things you're grateful for this week' Abby's tits, Abby's ass, Abby, Abby's pussy, Abby's forgiveness.

Another one was 'go on a date' I did go on a date, with the girl I've wanted to take out for years and it was beyond a-fucking-mazing.

"I held a door open for someone" it was for Abby

She smiles at me as if I just won a fucking award and dedicated my life to her, her red hair flutters around her shoulders in an ugly bob- be nice. Fine, her hair that is not poorly dyed hits her shoulder in a not ugly bob and her face isn't red like she just got back from florida.

Good job

"Mr. Morales, I'm proud to say you've been doing so much better, now what about daily activities..." she trails off, her cheeks turning red as she looks at me with an awkward chuckle, I allow my face to remain motionless as I raise an eyebrow.

"Spit it out Erika," I sigh, my eyes flickering to the clock again to see we only have 2 minutes left. Thankfully.

She clears her throat before speaking, "three years ago when we first met, you told me you had no interest in any girls, sex, is that still true?" she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as she scribbles something down into her notebook.

Not the slightest, if I could I'd have Abby naked in my sheets every other night, before I'd only told her that was because my parents and them attacking my house took me like a bullet to the gut. I was numb for three goddamn years and I'd kill before I went back to that empty feeling.

I hate it.

"No," I say giving her a simple answer, I sit up straight fixing my suit and watch the way her eyes dip down the slightest to my chest showing due to the first few buttons on my shirt being undone, she crosses one leg over the other as her pupils dilate the slightest bit as she looks at me.

She holds eye contact with me but I almost scoff when her cheeks go red and her thighs push together, "would you mind me askin- wait where are you going?" she trips over her words as I stand up to my full height, fixing my cuff links as I look at the clock.

I give her a bored expression, it seems as if my disinterest in her clear show of whatever she's trying to show me only turns my therapist on more. I hate people so fucking much.

I don't give her another word as I take my phone and walk towards the door, "Seb I thin-" I cut her off as my hand grabs the door handle "Mr. Morales, don't let this happen again Erika" I state, talking about her being turnt on by me just fucking sitting there.

And calling me Seb, only people close to me call me Seb.

I feel like shoving a knife down someone's throat and then making them beg at my feet for me to let them live, just so I can have the thrill of killing them with their begs echoing in the room.

Fuck she's so pretty

I lean back up against my car as I watch her put in the directions of the hotel into the gps of Ares's car, I have no idea what car anyone is in and could care less. All I know and care about is that Abby is in my car and we're driving there alone.

I thank the warm weather that's forced her to wear a little sundress that reaches about mid thigh on her, it's white with small pink flowers all over it, a bow between her tits and small puffy sleeves that make her look like a princess.

Sad she covered the hickeys I gave her.

She leans over the window and I let out a small laugh when she places a kiss on Ivy's cheek causing her whole face to burst out into a blush. I wonder what her reaction would be when she sees the ice cream parlour Ares got her.

She says something before stepping back and the other cars all drive off, her eyes meet mine and she sends me a smile while walking towards me.

Her single smile makes my chest warm and when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down I can't help but grin, "so the bad mood was only for Ares?" I ask lightly and she lets out a small laugh.

"The plan was for it to be for both of you..." she trails off as she pushes herself up onto her tippy toes, my hands find the curve of her waist before I tug her between my legs leaning back further against my car.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when her lips graze mine, "...but your smile makes me melt" she almost whispers before I feel her place her soft lips on mine. I don't even say anything about her statement as I wrap my arm around her.

Her hand finds my chest as she leans into my touch, kissing mi vida feels like heaven on earth, now I know why I missed her kisses so much, fuck- kissing her is something she let me do a lot earlier then I thought she would.

I still have a lot to make up for, for being the asshole I was to her.

When she pulls away I smile at her small intake of breath before my lips crashed against hers yet again, I don't think I'll ever get enough of her.

Her lips move slowly against mine as her hand fists my simple black t-shirt pulling me closer, her smell of chocolates and whatever perfume she uses fills my senses, smiling into our kiss as let my hands run down her waist.

But before I could deepen the kiss like the greedy fucker I am she pulls back, "shit, we should leave" she whispers, her lips slightly swollen and pupils dilated. Gorgeous.

I dip down to kiss her again but she dodges it with narrow eyes, "perra" I whisper into her ear before I feel her grab my chin and force our eyes to meet, a laugh leaves my lips while she's busy glaring at me.

"Say it again, I dare you" Abby grits and knows the more she does this the harder my dick is getting under my sweats, "I don't remember you being this bossy in bed" I taunt

Her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink before she lets go and steps back, I smirk when I realise she's waiting for me to open the door for her. I do it because I'm just that big of a gentleman.

When she sits down in the car and is about to pull on her seat belt I dip down and lean into the car, grabbing the belt for her causing a small gasp to leave her lips. "Covering my marks?" I ask when I see her neck and skin free of the hickeys I left.

"What did you expect?" She scoffs but has to suck in a sharp breath when I lean down clicking the belt in, my lips grazing her shoulder and sliding up until I place a kiss on the crook of her neck.

I was about to give her a cocky remark but before I could, I felt her slide her hand up my torso until it stopped at the bottom of my neck, "get in and drive, amant" she whispers, trailing her index finger along my throat.

Her fresh acrylics grazing my skin every now and then, and I know something they'd look fucking amazing around...