The Perfect Seduction Plan

chapter 7 - Time to talk about things

Chapter 7 – Time to talk about things

Amelia Hudson

POV

Today all day I have been walking on eggshells. Aaron has not left his desk all day, he had given me tasks to work on all day and asked not to be disturbed unless I brought him scheduled coffees. He wanted one at eight a.m. twelve p.m. and then at two p.m. and the last one is at four p.m. he would not let me know what he was working on, and I have to tell you I was curious as to why he didn’t want to be disturbed.

After diner last night I came to the conclusion maybe I did overreact. Layla had been with me since before my suicide, she was a gift from my father to his children, Layla had helped me through my suicide. She had been there holding me up emotionally through it all. She was one of the reasons I was alive today.

I look at the time it was a little after six. It was time for me to kick off, I had my therapist appointment at seven. The drive was a long one.

I walk to Aaron’s office.

“Hey, do you need anything before I leave?” I say as I open the door.

He looked as though he was swamped, I could barely see him through the mountain on his desk. He could not possibly finish all that could he?

“Sorry I am swamped. Urh, no you can leave thanks Miss Hudson” he says with a small smile. He looked exhausted. Honestly, I did not think Mr. Playboy worked this hard. How could I? Did I think he played with his fingers all day? Darn it why am I starting to feel sorry for him?

“It’s okay.” I say softly. I knew we would eventually have to speak about what happened last night, but I knew I needed to apologize to him. “Do you mind?” I ask pointing at the chair I sat in yesterday.

He nods gesturing for me to take a seat. I walk up to the chair and take a seat. What surprised me most was the fact that not once has he looked at me with l**t today. I wore a shiv dress. It was so tight it molds my body. He barely even looked at my legs.

“I- urh, I wanted to apologize for last night. I was out of line, Layla my dog, she was a gift from my father, and it was the only thing I got from him.” I say sadly. Honestly, my dad did give me Layla. It was the only thing he has ever given me. he would normally buy me whatever I needed or wanted. My father was a busy man and if he was not at work, he was training my brothers’ or whatever they did together. My father took over my grandfather’s best friends’ company, I always wondered why it never went to his own son and my father instead. My mother explained that it was because he trusted my father more and he had two businesses he gave the one to my aunt Myla and not to his son who started his own advertising firm here in New York.

“I’m sorry for your loss” he says

That was when I realized it sounded like I had lost my father. If my plans succeeded, he would want to meet my father. that was a bad idea. So, him thinking he is dead is better than him thinking he is a live. It would work in my favor if he thought he was dead. I am sorry daddy.

I shake my head, holding back the tears just thinking about how I would feel if my father actually died. My father was my rock.

“I-I. I am sorry for the way I blew up on you. Layla has been there for me in my darkest days, and we came out stronger together.” I say, I could not hold back the tears thinking about how much Layla and I have been through together. she was allowed to stay with me in the hospital after I was stuck there until I was mentally ready to face the world.

“It’s okay. I understand when my dad I was lost I did a bunch of terrible things and one day I did the worst thing I could possibly do, and I cost someone their life. I-I got Benny from a shelter the week after she died. I-I know how much your dog means to you I really do. I am sorry for what Benny did” he says.

His father passed on. How had I not known? No! no I shall not feel sorry for him. there was no way I would feel sorry for him.

Wait is he speaking about me? He thinks I died. Does everyone think I died? Was that my father’s doing? Did my father fake my death? Why would he do that?

I watch as his facial expression change. I notice him deep in thought. I look at him for a second longer. His eyes show pain and he seemed so far away. is he remembering his father’s death? What do I do?

“Mr. Sanders?” I call to him

It as though he did not hear me. What do I do? Do I just let it go? I am not sure what to do

I call out to him again, but I get the same blank look as though he did not hear me.

“Mr. Sanders” I call out one last time.

He blinks at me for a few seconds and then he looks at me. he does not recognize me, does he? I ask myself as he takes in my face for a minute.

“Are you okay?” I ask him genuinely concerned for him. He is starting to scare me. The look in his eyes reminds me of pain and I do not understand how our conversation had gotten here.

He nods, giving me a small smile. He still seemed as though he was in a daze.

“I’m going to head out, I still have an appointment to get to” I say remembering my appointment with my new therapist.

He nods as though he was deep in thought.

“Well goodnight Mr. Sanders” I say as I get up.

He smiles at me, and I walk out of his office.

I pack up my things and grab my purse, I walk to the elevator and once the doors close. I wipe my tears. I purse my lips and sigh. How had I gotten here? This is not how this goes for me. he was supposed to fall for me. Why hasn’t he fallen for me yet? God what am I doing wrong? Why haven’t I made an impact on him yet?

I get out of the elevator when it reaches the underground parking. I brought my own car today instead on my driver. I begged my father to let me drive myself. I told I would be seeing my therapist and that he had nothing to worry about.

I drove slowly to center my thoughts. I was all over the place. These sessions were mentally and emotionally draining, and I did not want to say something that could give away my plans to my father.

Even if I were late to this appointment, she would not care my father was paying here for her troubles. He paid her double than she should be paid.

Once I got to the office. I parked and noticed my driver had been following me. interesting. Seems as though daddy dearest did not trust me as of yet.

I waved at him as I got out. I walked towards the building it felt as though I could not breathe. Walking in always felt this way. I ignored my nerves and right in straight to her offices.

She looks up and smiles me. “Miss Hudson. I didn’t think you would come.” She speaks

I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m here what would you like to know?” I ask her

I sit down on the sofa most of her patients sit. I looked at her as she came around the desk and sits in front on me on the one-seater seat.

I started feeling uncomfortable when she reminded me of Linda from Lucifer. She had her blonde hair tied up; she wore a black wrap dress that complimented her skin tone. She wore blush pink sharp toe heels. She looked gorgeous, but it was the glasses that made her look exactly like Linda. That creeped me out.

“So, before we get started. This morning I received a phone call from your father, he had asked to receive my notes from our sessions. I refused because everything said in this room will remain between us and if I share everything with your father, you wouldn’t express your true feelings and emotions. I promised to let him know if I feel you are suicidal. That was our agreement.” She says shocking me.

None of my other therapists has ever done that before she threw me for a loop and to be honest, I did not know how I felt about that. One thing I hated more than anything was the unknown. After what happened with Aaron I preferred to always be in the loop and to know something before it happened. I always ran different scenarios in my head so I could always be prepared for any and all out comes. And here she had done the unexpected. My father’s money had not swayed her in his favor. This was shocking.

“Seriously you’re not reporting back to my father after this meeting is over?” I ask her

She shakes her head.

“How does it make you feel when your father takes over your life and you’re what twenty-four, five?” she asks

I take a deep breath since I could be honest. “Smothered. As though I always have to calculate my next word, so my father doesn’t add more chains to my life” I say honestly

She nods. “There is more he controls?” she asks

I nod “Where I live, the maid, my babysitter who checks on me every hour, I am not allowed to drive myself, cross a street by myself. I had to beg him to move to New York. I am not even allowed to think without worrying him” I say

She looked at me shocked. “I read your old files. You never said why you tried to end your life. you only ever said you were unhappy. But why were you unhappy Amelia?” she asks

Many therapists have tried to get this out of me. I was known as closed off and sarcastic. I seen many of my therapist notes. When I sneak into my father’s office, I would go through them. He did not have much of a password, it was the day he met my mother. No one but my family knew the exact date and time he met her. He added the time to throw people off.

“I haven’t told anyone this but my best friend. I promise you this if this get’s out to my father I will sue you for lying.” I threaten her

She nods slowly. She knew I was serious.

“It was the last month left of school before graduation. I had a crush on one of the popular boys at the school, I confessed my feelings for him, he rejected me by commenting on my glasses and made fun of me in front of the whole school, he humiliated me, if that was the worst of it one of the girl who was in love with him made my life a living hell for two weeks it got so bad, I couldn’t eat, sleep or focus. I just wanted it all to end. I could not do it anymore. I broke into my mother’s medicine cabinet and stole her pills. I took the entire bottle and slit my wrists. I lost consciousness fairly quickly. When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital. I woke up feeling disappointed. I did not want to live. I wanted to do everyone a favor and die.” I said playing with my fingers. I have never told anyone how I felt. Chloe is the only one who knows what really happened. But she did not know how desperate, I felt in that moment. She did not know how bad Brianna got at the end. She did not know the extent of Brianna’s t*****e. She did not know hurt and alone I felt.

“You never told anyone this before?” she asks

I shake my head. “No, no one knows” I say honestly

She nods. “I understand this is hard for you, but it seems as though you have never moved on from that day.” She speaks

I narrow my eyes at her. “Excuse me?” I ask her

“Look I know you don’t want to kill yourself; I can see it in your eyes. But you never moved on from the rejection, you may act as though you have but you haven’t, I picked it up two minutes into this session. Think about what about that day stuck out to you that you cannot move on from. Why out of all of that, you remember that day more than you do the bullying” she says

“What?” I ask her shocked

“You didn’t realize that in your description you focused on the day he rejected you? You never once went into detail of how bad she hurt you, but you specifically told me about how he rejected you and humiliated you. Do you still have feelings for this boy?” she asks

“I hate him!” I shout at her

“Interesting” she say. She writes something down on her note pad.

I look at her. And now all I could think about was that the hell she was writing down.

“Have you been in contact with him since then?” she asks me

I do not say anything. How do I tell her yes, I was his darn assistant?

Fine I will be honest. I will not tell her about my plan. She might send me away.

“I work as his assistant” I say softly

She narrows her eyes at me as though she is trying to figure something out.

I do not say anything. She does not ask anything either.

What was I to say? There was not anything I could say. Anything I said now could not justify working for the man I claim to hate with everything in me.