It was a week after Mike had signed up for therapy with Lessee and he was actually quite excited for his first session with her. He walked up to the old, messy townhouse and saw Chobi laying in the windowsill of the front. He knocked on the door and sat on a bench outside, knowing Lessee might take awhile. He heard footsteps, thuds, shuffling, and a couple muffled swears. The door swung open and Lessee was in a tank-top and hot pink, fluffy, pajama pants.
Lessee sipped from a flask and looked outside, seeing Mike sitting on her bench, "Hello Mr. Smith, ready for your session?" She asked, closing up her flask.
Mike stood and nodded, flashing a gap-toothed smile to her. He went inside and saw Pops on the fireplace, attempting to turn on the flatscreen and Luckee laying in a decorative bowl. Mike sat on the leather couch and Lessee shuffled over to the couch on the opposite side of the glass coffee table.
Lessee folded her legs onto the couch, getting her file out for Mike and a large flower pen, "So, how have you been for the past week? Has the Mrs. Been giving you anymore hell?" She asked, her intense brown eyes looking at Mike.
Mike shrugged and looked at Chobi, whom had jumped onto the couch and was rubbing against Mike. Mike gave her a gentle, soft pet before telling Lessee, "Not really. Just a little bit." He answered, hesitant to say 'yes'.
Lessee got a into a comfortable position and snickered, "Michael, Michael. If she's being a two-year old, bitch ass hoe, you can tell me. Everything we say is under complete wraps." Lessee reassured him, swinging her feet in the air.
Mike cleared his throat and looked to his side, "Well... I wouldn't use the term 'two year old, bitch ass hoe' but she has been a pain in my neck." He admitted, still stroking Chobi's soft, fluffy back.
Lessee struggled in a new position and took notes of what he was saying, "Okay, what do you mean by 'pain in the neck' standards?" She asked, needing to know for her job.
Mike sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, causing Chobi to yowl out of annoyance that Mike wasn't petting her anymore.
Mike began to talk about Zoey's behavior for the past week, "Well, she got a ticket and is continuing to try and get tickets to see her male cop friend, she's been out with her friends and family quite frequently, she also has been trying to get rid of out Mastiff named Tiny because her allergies are bothering her and she cannot take it anymore." Mike explained, looking at Lessee.
Lessee was quite surprised and quite annoyed that this man was really that dumb, "Can it be more obvious that she's cheating on you?!" She spat, flailing her arms. She knew signs of cheating because that was the reason for her first two divorces and it couldn't be anymore in the face than Mike's situation.
Mike jumped at Lessee's sudden explosion but he did put two and two together. Cop friend plus Want to be away plus lying past equals... Yeah, equals a high chance of cheating. Mike felt his eyes watering and he started sniffing, trying not to cry in front of Lessee.
Lessee grabbed tissues and gave Mike the box so he could blow his nose and cry. Lessee felt a little bad for yelling at him and exposing something she shouldn't of so she got up and went to the kitchen, bringing back a plate of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies and a cup of '2% Fat' milk in a plastic kitten cup and a fleece cat blanket.
Mike was blowing his nose and Lessee placed the plate in front of him and put the garbage bin next to him, sitting on the leather couch with Pops was now scratching the arm of.
Lessee let out a heavy sigh and apologized,
"I'm not good at apologies so, like, unfuck your wife or whatever.".
Mike shook his head, feeling anger and hurt churning beneath his tanned skin, venom pumping through his veins, and hate boiling in his stomach,
"No! Whatever, fuck her!" He shouted, chugging down the milk. He realized what he said and gasped, "N-No, that's not what I meant." He explained and Lessee shook her head, chuckling.
Lessee thought to herself about the way this guy got when he was angry, especially about his wife, and she liked it. She wanted him to drop Zoey's sorry ass and come running to her but... that was extremely selfish. She shifted in her seat, "Would you like to talk over a meal?" Lessee asked, folding her legs and looking at Mike.
Mike wrestled with his thoughts for a moment, 'What about Zoey?', 'She won't cook a meal with or for you!', 'She might've had a change of heart.', 'How likely is that, Mike?', 'Ah, fuck it!'. Mike nodded, "Hey, sure, a meal sounds nice." He said and Lessee and himself went outside to her nice maroon, Dodge Ram truck.