Three is the Charm

Six | His hot as f**k therapist

Abby

Shit…

What was he doing here? Abby asked himself as his heart hammered in his chest at the sight of Baile. He jumped from one foot to another in a nervous twitch. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, as his eyes crawled down devouring the object of his torment.

 Abby wasn’t even surprised at the feelings that surfaced within him at the sight of him. People milled around him and he didn’t even see them or hear the pounding music. All he could see was him.

His hot as f**k therapist. Abby swallowed lust filling his veins.

  It seemed he was a glutton for punishment or he just didn’t know how to listen, feeling this way about the man who had rejected him without any thought. 

But f**k he still wanted him…

Abby took in his slightly slim figure, that he knew had thick, roped muscles that could hold him down and take him to heaven. Baile was dressed in his usual dark jeans that deliciously hugged his thighs topped with a long sleeve white shirt, he’d rolled up to his elbow. He looked so casual and effortlessly sexy.

Abby groaned as his eyes ran over his thick veiny arms. They were on display now, as he leaned over the bar. Abby shivered…God, he loved a man’s arms, especially the kind Baile had. Abby remembered how the many times he’d spent worshiping them with his fingers and lips. Baile had loved it too.

Fuck…he didn’t need this right now.

Abby shook his head as he adjusted his hard c**k beneath the apron. Thank God, Baile was facing away from him, and he couldn’t feel the pervert devouring and lusting after him across the floor for the past five minutes.

Damn, he was hopeless. Abby closed his eyes only to open them to Baile facing him from his perch at the bar.

Baile’s eyes beamed as their eyes collided causing heat to cascade down Abby’s body. He took tentative steps towards the bar, sidestepping people who rushed to the bar seeking alcohol and from the bar with drinks in their hands.

D stared at him from the other side of the bar. He moved his hand in the air, signalling that Abby needed to wrap it up. The bar was getting full as more people came in, looking for a good time.

Abby nodded, and put some energy in his step. He needed to get to work, and not chatting with his ex. Because Baile truly was his ex. The therapist had made sure he understood that in their last session.

But what was he doing here. Was breaking his heart not enough?

Shake it off Abby, Abby said to himself. He plastered a bright smile he didn’t feel on his face as he reached Baile.

“Hey,” Abby said when he reached him. He looked around him unable to look Baile in the eyes. Baile had such expressive eyes, that were almost hypnotic if you looked into them for too long.

Or maybe that was just him, Abby cleared his throat feeling stupid for thinking that.

“Hello Abby,” Baile smiled. His arms flexed on the bar – the muscles contracting and relaxing as he played with the drink Abby hadn’t noticed he was drinking. Abby shivered as his eyes were drawn there. He blinked rapidly dissolving the image in his mind.

“Should I get you another drink?” Abby asked stupidly, since Baile’s drink was full. s**t! He didn’t know what to say to him.

What do you say to man who dumped you a few days ago?

Fuck, he didn’t know.

“No. I’m fine…I uhm…Can we talk?” Baile turned to him. Before Abby could answer Baile gripped his chin with his long fingers. They tightened a bit, forcing Abby to look at him. The touch was rough and commanding reminiscent of another touch he didn’t want to think about. Peter. The mysterious man’s name popped into his mind.

 Abby shuddered. Desire coursed through his veins. His body gravitated towards Baile, needing, wanting his touch like a thirsty tree after a very long drought. Abby bit his lip, forcing himself to pull away from Baile.

He stared at him when he put much needed space between them. Baile pulled his hand away, and rubbed it over his jean encased thigh as if he was burned by the contact.

Abby could see the rejection written all over his face. He swallowed the need to comfort him. He wasn’t his to comfort anymore.

Fuck he needed this awkward meeting to come to an end.

“I need to get back to work.” Abby blurted out. He shifted away from Baile when he said nothing. 

“I need…” Baile said, stopping Abby in his tracks. Baile laughed slightly, even though nothing was funny. Abby could tell Baile didn’t know what to say. His head was hung low, and his shoulders were hunched in defeat.

“I don’t know what I was thinking coming here. I just…” Baile begun. Abby just stared at him unsure of what he wanted to say. They were broken-up.

What could he say?  

Sorry I broke your heart but I want you back? Abby swallowed as those words elicited a smidgen of hope in his gut. What he wouldn’t give to hear him say that.

God, he was such a slut for punishment!!!  

He needed to get back to work. Abby looked at Baile – at his forlorn and pained face, and his heart broke all over again.

I can’t do this, Baile thought walking away from him. He walked to the other side of the bar and reached for one of the trays they used to deliver drinks to tables. D came to him and placed drinks on his tray.

“Are you done with…” He pointed his thumb towards Baile’s direction.

“Yes.” Abby simply said. And started to arrange the drinks on the tray the way he wanted them. He hoped he was done. He didn’t think he could go through another awkward conversation with his ex. He hoped Baile took the hint and left.

“It didn’t look like it,” D commented. He eyes stared, gauging Abby’ reaction.   

Abby sighed. He didn’t want to do this. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, downed his drink and left.”

Abby turned towards Baile’s direction worried.

“Don’t worry, he only had the one drink,” D said with sympathy in his eyes.

Abby nodded.

“Table four. Be quick, we’re here to work.”

Abby shook his head. What do you know? The asshole was back.

Abby hefted the tray, pushed Baile out his mind and went to make his delivery.