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"Day one of therapy with Dr. John Flynn. He's good at what he does. I'm sure he'll help you," my father speaks to me as I step into my own car.
"Thanks for the reminder. You know you don't have to chaperone me to my doctor's visit. I'm not ten." I mutter bitterly and he has the audacity to laugh.
"If I don't take you, you probably convince Taylor to take you somewhere else so you would miss it."
"Probably would," I state and lean my head back, closing my eyes. My fingers run over the stiches I had gotten three days ago and I wince a little at the pain. The memory of Dr. Steele comes to mind and I smile. She went over the x-rays with me and lucky me, no bones were broken and no glass shreds were imbedded in my hand. She told me to visit her again in a month's time to have the stiches removed. I can't wait till a month. For some odd reason, besides her beauty, she captured my attention. I want her, that much I know.
"Well you're smiling so that must mean something," my father speaks and I ignore him. I don't know how long my eyes were closed but we pull up to the front of a large building. "We're here. Taylor will swing by and pick you up after your session. I'm expecting a full report by tonight."
I glare at my father. "Anything for you, dad," I sarcastically remark and get out of the car. Yes, I'm still mad at him from taking away my company. I slam the door as his laughter carries through the car. I walk into the building. I might as well get this shit over with so I can return to work.
I walk over to the young blonde working at the receptionist's desk. "Good morning sir." She greets me and immediately blushes as she looks up to me. I keep my eye roll at her obvious liking of me. I know I'm good looking but fuck it to hell when woman fall to their feet before me. It gets old and extremely annoying.
"I'm here to see Dr. Flynn."
"Uh right of course. Right this way," she picks up a folder and leads me to a door. She knocks before opening. I walk in and see that Flynn is sitting at his desk reading the daily newspaper.
"Sir, your 11 is here."
"I can see that Lauren, thank you." Flynn stands up and walks over to receive the folder from her. She leaves, closing the door.
"Hello Christian," Flynn extends his hand and I shake it.
"My father speaks highly of you." I take a seat on the couch and he takes his seat in the recliner in front of me.
"Well I did help him when your mother passed away." My eyebrow quirks at the new information.
"I didn't know he went to therapy."
"Your father was really messed up after the whole incident. I can truthfully say he's better now. He still stops in once in a while for a quick session."
"I see." My hand starts rubbing over my stitches again and Flynn's gaze flies down to my hand. Fuck, caught red handed; literally.
"What happened to your hand?" he asks pulling out a pen and opening the folder.
"Nothing."
"Christian, the whole point of therapy is to tell me everything so I can help you."
"No the whole point is for me to do this shit so I can get back my job." He smiles and looks down at the folder.
"Did you read the terms of the contract given to you about this whole deal?"
"My father's a judge, I'm sure whatever he put in the contract is liable."
"Christian, I'm the only one who can send you back to work. Without my approval of you changing your current ways, you can't return to work." Well fuck me.
"Well that's just tons of fun."
"You don't seem happy."
"I haven't been happy in who knows how long."
"Why is that?"
"Nothing to be happy about."
"Nothing? Not your success? Your love life? Not even your family?"
"Why do you think I drink so much?"
"People resolve to drinking because it helps numb the pain they're suffering from. The alcohol helps them forget all their problems for a moment."
"Well you just read my mind. You are good." I smugly comment and he nods before writing something down.
"Let's talk about how you felt when you find out your father was the one to take away your job."
"Well there's many words to describe that doc."
"Please, do tell."
"Angry, disappointed, betrayed, annoyed, hatred." I'm surprised by the last word. I wasn't even thinking it, it just slipped out.
"Hatred? Towards who? Your father?" I stop and stare back at him.
"I can never hate my father. He's the reason I am who I am today. Well not specifically at this moment but who I used to be."
"Then who was the hatred pointed towards?"
"You're going to make me say it."
"It's best to hear it out loud rather than keep it bottle up inside Christian."
"Me. I hated myself. But I'm a selfish son of a bitch and I rather drink myself to oblivion than deal with my shit."
"I wouldn't call that selfish. More like afraid."
I let out a chuckle and pick an imaginary lint from my suit jacket. "I'm not afraid of anything."
"You were afraid of losing your mother." My eyes shot back to his and I glare at him.
"We're not talking about that."
"Maybe not today but soon when I think you're ready."
"Over my dead body Flynn."
"Don't be so sure Christian. Let's get back to the topic at hand. What did you do after you find out you were no longer the CEO of Grey Enterprises?"
"I'm still the CEO. I'm just on leave."
"Okay. What happened?"
"I went to my room and slept it off."
"I don't believe that."
"Believe whatever you want."
Flynn takes a moment and doesn't speak. He just stares at me. "What?" I ask after five minutes.
"Did you hit something?"
"Maybe."
"Pretty vague."
"Isn't it your job to decipher it?"
"My job is to help you; not play a guessing game."
I don't respond. He's determined, I'll give him that. "I hit my bathroom mirror."
"That explains the stiches."
"Yeah." I look down at the string in my skin, holding my wounds together.
"Why did you hit the mirror?"
"I didn't like what I saw."
"What did you see?"
"A shell of a man I used to be. Someone I don't want to continue to be."
He nods and writes something down before closing it and setting it down. "That's good Christian. You're opening up which is great. But I'm going to tell you something you probably don't want to hear."
I acknowledge for him to continue. "You have to reconcile with every single bad thing you've done to become the man you want to be. Your demons will never disappear but facing them head on will lead you down a better path then running away from them."
Taylor is waiting for me as I leave Flynn's office. I step into the car and he drives us home. I think about Flynn's advice. "Is Gail at Escala?"
"Yes sir." Taylor responds.
"Tell her to prep some of her chocolate chip cookies."
"Alright."
When I get home I can smell the wonderful aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I step into the kitchen and Gail has pulled out a fresh batch. She always keeps some dough frozen because she knows I love them.
"They look and smell diving Gail. Thank you," I kiss her cheek and she smiles brightly at me. She reminds me of my mother. I push away the thought and grab a glass for water.
"Can you pack them into a container?" I ask and she nods.
I move into my room and change into a dark blue v-neck and a dark pair of washed jeans. I noticed I've been wearing a lot of black recently. It must have been to match my mood.
After I finish changing I move back to the great room where Gail is holding a container of cookies. "Thanks Gail, I'll be back later."
I grab my car keys for the R8 Spyder and Taylor momentarily stops me before I make it to the elevator.
"I'm not going to a bar." I spit out and he seems to relax. "Why would I bring a box of cookies to a bar anyways?"
"Where are you going sir?"
"Nowhere particular."
"May I accompany you?"
"No need to Taylor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Goodbye Taylor." I step into the elevator and hit the button for the garage. I climb into my most prized possession and smile as the engine roars to life.
I make it to the hospital in no time and park in the ER lot. I hope she's on the job tonight or else I'll look like an idiot. I walk into the hospital and walk up to the desk.
"Hi, can you tell me if Doctor Steele is in tonight?" I ask the nurse behind the desk and she nods without talking to me.
"Yes she's with a patient right now. You can wait for her."
"Thank you." I tuck the box under my arm and take a seat across from the desk. I pull my phone out. These are the times I would be responding to my work emails but my inbox is empty. I grimace at the sight. I don't like the feeling of not having any control.
I decided to type an email to Ros.
From: Christian Grey
To: Ros Bailey
Subject: My Company
How are things running without me?
Christian Grey
Chief Executive Officer of Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.
In little to no time I get a response.
From: Ros Bailey
To: Christian Grey
Subject: Re: My Company
So far, smoothly. You need to call Jackson for the whole PR thing.
Ros Bailey
Vice President of Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.
From: Christian Grey
To: Ros Bailey
Subject: PR
I will call him first thing tomorrow. I miss my work emails.
Christian Grey
Chief Executive Officer of Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.
From: Ros Bailey
To: Christian Grey
Subject: Get Better
Well follow the rules for once and you'll receive them again in no time. Have to go; some of us have work to do.
Ros Bailey
Vice President of Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.
"Mr. Grey?" I hear my name and I look up into the prettiest set of blue eyes I've ever had the pleasure of looking into.
"Hi Dr. Steele."
"Please, Ana. Are you okay? Is something wrong with your stiches?"
I stand up to talk to her. "Oh no, they're fine. I just wanted to drop these off as a thank you gift for helping me out a couple days ago."
I hand over the box and she smiles at me, accepting it. "What is it?"
"Homemade chocolate chip cookies."
"Did you baked them?"
"You probably more impressed if I did but no. My housekeeper did. They're the best cookies you'll ever have."
"Well I look forward to eating them. Thank you and tell your housekeeper thank you."
"No problem. How's work going?"
"Well I'm on the 8th hour today so I'm basically running on the little energy I have left."
"I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright. I'm doing what I love so I can't complain."
"I guess not."
"Well it was mighty nice of you to come down here and give me these. I know you must be a busy man."
"Not busy now a days I'm afraid."
"Oh."
"Listen, Ana I know this is a little weird but I like to take you out to dinner some time."
"Oh uh wow." She asks completely shocked by my request.
"I hope that's a yes."
"Mr. Grey-"
"Christian."
"Christian, you seem like a really nice guy and you're extremely good looking but I'm not looking for anything right now."
I smile and nod. "I'm not leaving here without a yes. Let's just have one dinner. One night and if this chemistry I feel between us isn't right then I'll let you go. You'll just be my doctor and I'll be your patient."
"That sounds like a dirty cosplay."
I let out a laugh and she blushes. I was not expecting that out of her. "Oh god I'm so embarrass right now." She hides her face behind her hands. I reach up and remove them.
"Don't be. It's cute when you blush."
She blushes even more and I think I should relieve her of her mortifying moment. "So yes to dinner?"
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and I'm royally fucked. Shit that's a turn on and she doesn't even know it.
"Okay."
"Alright, I'll contact you. Here," I hand her my personal card and she takes it.
"Enjoy the cookies Dr. Steele." I kiss her knuckle and walk out of the hospital. But not before sending her a wink.