Page 2 of Bad for Me

Casually, Meredith recrosses her ankles. Damn, can she press her thighs together any tighter? “Oh? What are you giving yourself this year?”

“I’ll tell you—” I glance at the clock behind her, “—next time I see you. Looks like our time is up, doc.”

Disappointment flickers across her face, the first break in her professional guise. I knew it. She enjoys our sessions together just as much as I do.

Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll be seeing you real soon.

I just need to grab one thing…

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BERNARD

“Hello,Justin, this is Dr. Bernard Carlton. I’m calling in regard to our missed appointment today. I know with the holidays sometimes people forget, but I’m concerned. I haven’t seen you in two months now.” I glance at the file in my lap and the notes I’d written after our last appointment.

Possibly stopped taking meds. Paranoid and jumpy. Whispering to self.

“Anyway, if you no longer wish to participate in therapy, that’s fine. However, could you please do me a favor and let me know you’re alright?” I give him the office phone number before hanging up.

Grabbing the pen resting behind my ear, I write the time and date of the phone call in his file. Unease slithers down my spine. Justin is a good man suffering from a broken mind after a terrible accident. It would be a shame if he fell back into old habits.

Closing his file, I shove it into the briefcase that’s been sitting open in the passenger seat. As the case clicks shut, I toss it into the backseat where it’s immediately forgotten. All my work has been concluded for the rest of the year. Now, I can indulge in other activities.

Tapping on my phone screen, I pull up the security system in my company’s office. I had it installed and written off as a business expense, but security isn’t what the small cameras set up in several rooms throughout my practice are for.

If one of my patients told me they stalked someone at this level, I would consider a stint in a special ward and suggest for them to be put on heavy medication. But the same rules don’t apply to me. I’m not one of my patients. Their rationale for this type of behavior is all wrong. There are many reasons people stalk others. But mine are so muchmore. More in the sense that I know, under my watch, the information I gather and keep will make for a happy wife. Isn’t that a noble reason? I know all of Meredith’s likes and dislikes. Her fears and fantasies. They’re all mine to use to carve out a place for myself in her life.

How else would I obtain information about the young, pretentious therapist whose modesty is just a veil to hide the wanton woman she so desperately wants to be if not for the cameras I hide in her office?

Byaskingher?

I roll my eyes as I pull up the camera feed to her office.

Dr. Meredith Moore is a woman who doesn’t break the law. Toes it perhaps, but she doesn’t outright break it. The evidence of this is as clear as day as I watch Isaac turn his back to the camera and walk to her door, getting ready to leave. Without his gaze pinned to her, Meredith fans herself.

A smile yanks my lips wide and up at the corners.

Without the cameras hidden in the air vent of her room, how would I have ever found just how much she desires my son? I mean, I knew she had a crush on him. Even before I manipulated some judicial paperwork in order to make it appear like Isaac was court ordered to attend therapy, Meredith was drawn to Isaac.

And I knew that because of the cameras as well.

It was a curious discovery to find that Meredith didn’t stay late in her office after everyone left on Fridays to catch up on paperwork. That she stayed at all was revealed by simply sitting in my car and watching when she comes and goes. But to learnwhy? I suppress a shiver that runs down my spine and sends a pleasant shock shooting up my stiff dick.

I’d set out a picture of me and my son simply to introduce her to my only family without actually doing an introduction. Since she’s taken to sneaking in and poking around, why not give her something else to study? That little addition was the in I needed to make this all come together.

I watch her now as she presses her ear against her office door, listening for the sounds of Isaac’s departure. When she’s sure he’s left the building entirely, she opens her door and slips out of her office. And now, the adventure I love to watch begins to play out.

Her slinking around the empty office sealed her fate a little over a year ago.

Now the consequences are about to unravel. Rather than continue to watch the near habitual routine that never fails to leave me gasping and cumming into my hand, I switch camera views. I watch as Isaac sprints down the exterior hallway toward the stairs that lead to the parking garage. Amusement bubbles up in my chest.

The soft chuckle I let escape momentarily eats up the silence of my car.

Less than three minutes later, Isaac is tapping on the glass of my window. “Hurry up.”

I roll down the window. “You know what to do?”

“Are you asking if I know how to fuck?” A look of outrage flickers across his face before exasperation covers it. “Yes, I know how to make a woman cum.”

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